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Mydei’s texting style was always a little blunt, trickier to read. Simple words with little to no slang, basic punctuation. Lacking the kaomojis and images from all over the internet that gave Phainon the extra charm he insisted on over text.
So getting off the end of a long flight and seeing that he had a missed text from Mydei, fourteen minutes ago gave him a mild chill.
Call me. With an image attached. Two words properly punctuated and an attachment Phainon didn’t dare to open in public.
There was one of two things that came to mind for Phainon as he walked out of the airport, hardly giving mindless farewells. It was entirely likely and plausible he was in trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time after all. He could have left dishes in the sink, let leftovers spoil, forgotten to pack his vitamin supplements, slacked on a chore over the weekend before.
Mydei would call him and berate him, and Phainon could sit on his hotel bed hundreds of miles away, getting to nod along to every word, taking the scolding with his tail between his legs but savoring every word just to listen to his lover's voice.
The more hopeful, more lustful, and arguably less rooted in the logic of reality side of him had a wish that it was a gift, a pretty picture for his eyes alone. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened, but it was much rarer than the scolding. Even if it was just a picture of Mydei’s face, he wouldn’t quite mind.
Either way the ten minute drive to the hotel due to endless harrowing traffic in the nearest taxi he could flag down, and the aggravatingly tedious time spent checking into the hotel only to get lost on which floor twice, left him fumbling with his key card when he finally found the room.
There were a lot of things that many people, his employers included, could say about phainon. A powerful trait was that he was a one track mind. A passionate man.
As he shut the door with his foot and tossed his bags off to the side he was already unlocking his phone, and god was the wait worth it.
An upper view angle selfie of Mydei himself, wearing nothing but an oversized purple shirt that Phainon thoroughly insisted was not as egregious as Mydei said it was; and profusely refused to get rid of. Hot purple with a poorly made early 2000s wolf howling at the moon, self proclaimed in lightning font “alpha male”. It would be a turn off to anyone else in the world but the concept of Mydei wearing his clothes no matter how ugly went straight to his dick.
Not to mention the angle was nice, pretty, soft faint lighting of a lamp perfectly illuminating the patterning of the tattoos on his thighs, and the photo clipped just above his lips. He was either pouting or frowning in deep focus that drew extra attention to the softer shape of his bottom lip. The shirt was just baggy enough to hide his figure, the slim curve from waist to hips, but it still stretched rather conspicuously over his chest, where he cupped the softer lower edge of it in one hand.
The shirt was borderline unforgiving but the utterly absurd body under it certainly made up for it. Tenfold.
Phainon nearly dropped his phone at the speed of which he scrambled to hit the call button as he walked past the entryway of the hotel room and the couches, over to the bed, not even looking away from his phone for a moment. The image said it was sent 27 minutes ago, he couldn’t leave his prince waiting any longer could he?
The phone barely rang three times before the call was picked up.
“Hi Mydei,” he was breathless with a bit of giddiness, a pep in his step as he buzzed with a sudden quick rush of want, flopping down onto the neatly made bed like a school girl.
A softly muffled sound and the noise of rustling blankets could be heard. “…hey Phainon.” Mydei’s voice sounded rough and wispy, a tad bit tired, with a delicious undernote of a whine to his tone, frustration.
“Can you turn the camera on for me,” Phainon coaxed, tugging his tie loose and kicking off his shoes. He would play nice and be good and placating, it was only fair since he’d left his husband alone for so long like this. Husband? Did he want to marry him? Shit maybe he should pick up a ring before his next flight home—
“Mm, I dunno.”
Fuck. It was too late for Mydei to be a brat. The later into the night the more likely he was to simply take what was needed or given freely. His tone wasn’t teasing either, it was absent and sleepy, almost bored, clipped in mild anticipation.
“Mydei, please, be good, I’ll be good to you if you’re good, please, I want to be good to you,” Phainon tried again, whining, biting his tongue to hold back outright begging, though it was far too late for that.
An airy, breathless chuckle came from the other line, and Phainon turned his volume all the way up, not caring for the quiet of a late hotel room, he needed to hear everything.
The shifting of a body on a bed, pillows being arranged, and finally, finally the phone was propped up and the camera was on, just in time to glimpse Mydei pulling away and leaning further against and into the pillows.
He was wearing the same thing as earlier, that oversized ugly purple shirt that covered up to the tops of his tattooed thighs. Mydei rolled his eyes, toying with his braid with a soft scowl.
“You know, it’s really hard to get off wearing stupid shit like this.” Pinching the graphic of the shirt in an obvious deflection with how tightly pressed together his thighs were.
“Don’t be shy Mydei,” Phainon simpered, tugging off his jacket, trying to not look as frantic and as eager as he felt, pulling a pillow close to his chest, watching with rapt attention, his own phone haphazardly set up.
With an exasperated whimper Mydei spread his thighs, which visibly quivered at the movement. His legs were bare, the shirt riding up on his thighs, and blue crotchless panties hugging his hips and curve of his mound, so tight the transparent lace bit too snugly into the softer skin and the neatly trimmed blond curls there, spreading himself open with his fingers.
Visibly drooling slick, flushed swollen folds that looked so sensitive and raw it hurt, and at the peak his dick chubbed up. Phainon knew it was throbbing painfully even if he couldn’t see it through the camera. Cute.
Phainon moaned unintelligibly burying his face into the pillow, ensuring his eyes peered over the edge of it to not take his eyes of Mydei, rolling his hips and the bulge forming in his own slacks against the hotel bed absently.
He had his face pressed so close to the pillow it dug his glasses uncomfortably into the ridge of his nose while Mydei dragged his fingertips over his slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers, letting it web between his fingertips, thighs visibly trembling when he accidentally grazed over his dick once more.
Phainon whined, practically babbled something incoherent into the pillow, when he started pumping two fingers in and out leisurely, to which Mydei only cocked his head to the side expectantly.
“You’re so perfect,” he whined much more clearly. “Are those new?”
“Mhm.” Tugging absently at the hem, pale blue vibrant against tanned skin, blond hair, and red tattoos. Phainon’s color of blue. He was beginning to feel light-headed. He was desperately undoing his pants, tugging his boxers just down low enough to free his dick, tossing his packer somewhere and not even bothering to take off his wet boxers the rest of the way down.
“Have you gotten to come yet?” He wanted to confirm the suspicion that his lover had been waiting for him and him alone, the thought tying his stomach into knots.
Mydei refused to dignify him with a response, but the way he bit his lip and his ears turned pink told Phainon everything he needed to know.
“Lift up your shirt for me,” Phainon pleaded, fucking into his hand absently while undoing the buttons to his own shirt, past the point of asking politely anymore.
Groaning Mydei lifted it with one hand to not stop fingering himself open, and giving Phainon a proper clear view to the tattoos all across his chest, that snuck over his hips, and finally his plump pecs and shy dusky pink nipples. The heavy blush has spread all the way down his cheeks and neck, over his chest, it made even his nipples look a bit more rosy.
Mydei tried glaring at him but even with those heavy dark brows creased and furrowed his eyes looked a bit too glazed and glossy from the past 30 minutes of denying himself that it came off as needy more than anything. “Happy?” At this point his boyfriend was too far gone to recognize the sarcasm in his tone at all.
“Extremely. Hi handsome,” Phainon almost cooed, but it was honestly quite hard for Mydei to focus long enough to tell if he was talking to him or his tits. “Will you play with them for me for a bit? The way I would.”
Thighs visibly quivering at the words, Mydei growled like a sopping wet cat, and groped at his chest with one hand, pressing the fat of his pecs together before pulling them apart, in a kneading motion, slipping his fingers into himself for some relief, trying to finger himself open while rubbing his finger over his nipples, ignoring the sinful wet noises with each shift of his wrist. His poor nipples were inverted and puffy, trying to get them to peek out the way Phainon always insisted on.
Pinching his nipple had his jaw hanging open as he gasped for air, massaging his chest once more, heavy handed circular motions, pausing to cup the underside every few moments and giving Phainon a withering glare, which was infuriatingly hot.
When the swollen nipple finally was freed he whined, rubbing over it with a gentle featherlight touch, squirming and writhing while Phainon watched with eyes wide as saucers, drooling.
“What do you need, baby?”
A garbled sound was heard as Mydei tried so hard to find the right spot with tired fingers. “You—fuck. I want you.”
“Mm. You missing the Deliverer?”
“Fuck you,” Mydei tossed his head back eyes watering a tiny bit, futilely kicking a foot out trying to spread his legs in order to find the best angle.
He would never admit it to Phainon, at least not sober, but he could never get off wrlnwithout him. He at least needed the sound of his voice, a picture, a video. The best orgasms of his life were always from Phainon’s touch. It was stupidly unfair that the humanized dog of a man seemed to know his body better than him, and by god did he hold that over Mydei’s head at every opportunity.
“I wish.” The want in his eyes when meeting Mydei’s gaze once more was staggering and if he was standing Mydei knew his legs would’ve given out.
“You can get one of your toys, I bet you’re more than prepped by now,” Phainon couldn’t seem to decide wether to look at the copious amount of wetness between Mydei’s thighs, making a mess on the bedding, or the tears beginning to pool in his eyes, tears glistening and beading into jewels on his lashes.
Groaning, the blond rolled over on the bed, giving Phainon a good view of his ass, fumbling with his bedside drawer just out of sight to fish out a dildo, before settling on his usual one, crawling back to his spot on the bed.
The toy wasn’t anything huge, a solid five, maybe six inches. A nice pink color, a few veins along the underside that were so small they were more for decoration than anything else. It was Mydei’s personal pick for himself he’d bought a year or two back. Before he met Phainon and was contaminated by his more perverted tastes.
“There. Isn’t that better?” Phainon mocked, knowing Mydei wasn’t getting what he wanted at this distance. Stuck watching Mydei rub the tip up and down himself to gather the slick, accidentally bumping it against his own dick in his eagerness.
“You’re so mean,” Mydei said between gritted teeth, growing pitiful.
“It’s okay, when I get back I'll have the Deliverer with me and treat you really well,” he purred, watching Mydei fumble with the dildo.
The Deliverer was the overly ceremonious title bestowed upon Phainon’s strap. A horrendously colored thing, silicone a mess of cheap looking shimmering gold and almost neon purple, but it was big. Heavy and lewdly thick, large veins and ridges along it, with a fat tip that made Mydei keen and wail the way he liked it, an instant favorite which made up for the hideous color combo.
Perhaps it was a little bit sadistic of him, but whenever he left on trips he took the Deliverer with him. He’d never outright deny Mydei any form of relief, but while he was gone he thought it was fair if it simply wasn’t able to hit the same. A needy Mydei who couldn’t get what he needed from anyone else pleased him immensely in an arguably morbid manner.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a cruel pervert you wouldn’t take it with—“
“Oh please, you wouldn’t get off the same even if I left the Deliverer behind right? We both know the best part of it is that I’m the one using it.” Mydei could only make a frustrated sound, unwilling to admit that he was right. Phainon was brutal; he could be soft and gentle, slow, pathetic and submissive about his role, but he had the stamina and strength to manhandle him. He knew how to read Mydei all too well, and when neither of them was held up with work, Phainon would fuck him into the mattress until he was too sensitive to take more.
Unfortunately due to this the Deliverer was off limits for the days before any of Mydei’s tours. Performing was preferred with both legs working after all.
Mydei slipped the tip in, finally, before fully hilting it in himself with one deep thrust a hiccuped breath, pausing to let himself adjust while Phainon watched with rapt attention, rubbing over his own tip absently.
While jerking himself off slowly to the view, Phainon had to bite his lip fiercely to hold back his ramblings. He was far too talkative in bed, and he didn’t want the wrong thing to slip out especially over such a long distance. With the earlier thought of a wedding band still lingering in his mind like a drug, it wouldn’t be proper or romantic to confess over long distance phone sex. No he’d be good. So good. He’d take him out to dinner, treat him right, help him bathe, buy him flowers, find a secluded spot with a perfect view and twilight and then—
“Phainon.” Breathy and desperate, Phainon snapped back to looking back at the screen, seeing Mydei had already started fucking himself, and while he might have started slow and steady, he had picked up his pace quickly. Edging himself for so long was driving him to his wits end, being a bit rougher meant sweet release was right around the corner.
“Yeah baby?” Equally winded and leaning closer to the phone, propping a hand onto the mattress to hold himself up, using the timing that Mydei was using to thrust the toy to be the same he would stroke himself to.
“Phainon, please…” Mydei mewled, knees almost knocking together briefly in an attempt to keep himself from coming too soon. Sweet and needy, and Phainon snapped entirely.
“Fuck Mydei,“ he hunched over the phone, babbling out an apology when he knocked over the phone, so Mydei couldn’t see his dick anymore, but the new perspective was equally arousing. “Shit. Sorry, sorry—oh my god.” Mydei now had a clear view of abs flexing, thrusting frantically into his hand, eyebrows knitted together and glasses half falling off his face. It was strikingly close angle to what it looked like to be fucked in missionary by Phainon, and it made his stomach flip, toes curling.
But Phainon was still rambling, like his brains were leaking out of his dick too. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect, I love you, love you s-so much ngh—I want you to be my husb—fuck—“ Seven different sentences of unintelligible praise all fighting to leave his lips all at once that it was hard to comprehend but the jumbled affection still made Mydei feel light and airy, brain fuzzier.
Mydei wasn’t even fully aware that he was coming until his body almost locked up, and he was squirting, a wet sudden humiliating gush of wetness, making a mess on his already wet thighs, the blankets, and he could only pray the rug by the bed was spared.
The dildo slipped out with a wet smack onto the now soaked bedding as his legs jerked violently and tears spilled on his cheeks, shuddering as he rubbed over his now painfully sensitive cock, trying to both ease and prolong it.
“So good, just going, a-almost there Mydei,” Phainon panted, and the blond just sobbed, rubbing over the nub of his dick roughly. It was hard to tell where the first orgasm ended and when the second one started, or even if it was just one excruciatingly long one, his mind empty for a long hazy moment.
By the time Mydei collapsed onto the bed, spent and limp, Phainon had finally reached his peak, choking back an obscenely loud moan for a late night in a hotel, back arching and legs locking up and an extra gush of wetness added to his already wet boxers.
“Hah…Mydei you’re crazy,” he slurred, as the blond blinked back at him bleary in the daze of orgasm, with his dick was twitching sensitively in the open air, reddened and folds splayed open, too sensitive to even consider closing his legs yet.
Sweat was making strands of Mydei’s hair stick to his forehead, and the poor lace panties had gotten stretched somehow, and were utterly soaked through, likely beyond salvageable.
Mydei only had to blink at him a few times, and Phainon immediately recognized the sleepy pliant manner he’d got after a good orgasm or two. “What time is it for you baby?”
“I dunno,” he mumbled softly, pushing himself upright in the bed as Phainon fumbled with his watch. It was almost eleven for him, meaning it was well past one in the morning for Mydei with the fresh time zone gap.
“You stayed up real late waiting for me huh? Can you clean yourself up? I’ll stay on the phone with you.”
With a grunt Mydei sat up and stripped off the shirt, pulling it up and off over his head, pulling off the now basically ruined lingerie and putting them on the floor. Phainon was doing his best to pretend all the blood on his body didn’t rush south at the sight.
Gathering the dirty towel he’d laid down, wiping between his legs and tossing aside the soiled blanket, Mydei collapsed down onto the bedding once more, leaving the real clean up as a problem for him in the morning.
“Wish I was there. I’d take such good care of you. We could take a bath,” Phainon was whining as he took off his jeans and boxers the rest of the way, not wanting to sit in wet clothes that’d grow sticky overnight, shrugging off his already unbuttoned shirt.
Mydei was laying down with his phone in hand, face half obscured by the blankets and pillows, his own hair falling over his cheeks. “Then you better get home quick.” Mydei said sleepily, stretching out his limbs like a cat. “It gets so lonely without you.”
“If you keep talking like that I will quit my job and take the earliest flight home.” He wished he was joking, but he was dead serious, tone flat.
A huff of a laugh filled Phainon’s ears and sent a giddy tingle up his spine. “Don’t be ridiculous. You love your job.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“And you’ll be home soon.”
“Mm. Take a bath tomorrow, take it easy. And take some pictures of it for me, don't leave me out,” he pleaded in that puppy tone. He was always a dizzying 180 from a commanding lover and then a pitiful one. Mydei liked it a little too much.
“Pervert.” Which only earned a whimper. “Good night Phainon.”
“Good night Mydei.”
After only a few moments of gentle silence Phainon pressed the phone screen to his face, to properly examine Mydei, with a relaxed brow, soft lips parted in sleep, buried into the blankets, slow and steady breathing. If he strained his ears enough he could hear each soft sigh of breath.
He kissed the screen lovingly, twice, going in for a third until he dropped his phone on his face, almost hitting the hang up button with his nose with a harsh yelp, face flushing scarlet.
A singular piercing yellow eye cracked open lazily peering at him.
“Mm?”
“Just go back to sleep Mydei...”