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The meeting dragged on longer than necessary.
Phainon stood at the edge of the chamber, posture perfect, expression carefully neutral as yet another councilor spoke in circles about border disputes that would not matter in a week. He barely listened. He didn’t really need to, as the decisions had already been made long before the meeting began, this was merely a formality, nothing more.
When the dismissal finally came, it was with all the ceremony that such a pointless gathering demanded. A simple nod from one of the councilors, a hand lowered, and the rest of the participants
Phainon didn’t linger.
He stepped out into the corridor after giving the councilors and Krateros a polite nod, excusing himself for the night. When he stepped out, the heavy doors closed behind him with a muted thud that felt like relief. He allowed himself a long sigh. The meeting had been exhausting and unnecessarily long, it also didn’t help that Mydei wasn’t there, having to deal with another issue on one of the borders. Now that it was the first quint of Curtain-Fall, Phainon knew exactly where to find the Prince, and he couldn’t help but feel the wave of anticipation fill him.
The palace was quieter at this time.
Long stone halls stretched ahead, lit by steady torchlight that cast more shadow than illumination. Guards stood at intervals, straight-backed and watchful, their gazes flicking briefly toward him before returning forward. Some saluted him when he passed by, which he returned with more polite nods. Some only nodded at him, or looked at him to acknowledge that he passed by, which he returned with another of his characteristic charming smiles.
His steps echoed, measured and unhurried, but there was intention in them. He knew exactly where he was going. He always did, after meetings like that. As much as he’d like to go into his room, lock the door and lay down on his big, soft bed to rest for the night, or perhaps indulge himself in some much needed self-pleasure, there was something else that motivated him to stay awake.
He took a turn down a narrower corridor, then another past a set of tall windows where the last of the evening light bled into deep gold and then into dusk. He flexed his fingers once as he walked, feeling the familiar pull of leather and metal. A habit he had developed, a nervous tick.
Phainon stopped in front of the throne room doors, the two guards on either side eyed him up and down, their halberds crossed in front of the entrance to block any trespassers. “I was called,” Phainon said, eyes narrowing to the guards. He maintained his back straight while addressing them. Eventually, the guards took a step to either side and parted their weapons, allowing Phainon entry to the usually very guarded room.
The throne room had always been an imposing thing. Tall walls and luxurious golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, numerous guard posts in intervals, though now empty. As grand as it was, it was empty, save for the lone figure sitting at the very end of it.
Atop the throne was Mydeimos. King, now. He sat with an elbow on the armrest, cheek resting heavily against his right cheek. The crown wasn’t anything grand, a relatively simple band of gold adorned with little rubies sat on his head. It suited him perfectly. Phainon couldn’t help but freeze a little once the door closed behind him with a heavy thud, feeling the sharp stare of the other on him.
He swallowed thickly, feeling his clammy hands slightly shake at either side of him. He said nothing while he slowly approached the throne. Mydei’s golden eyes never left him, analyzing every single movement the knight made while walking toward him. The intense gaze from those beautiful eyes made heat stir in Phainon’s lower stomach, already feeling the familiar churning of his groin.
Once he was close enough so that they could hear each other, Phainon stopped. He folded his hands behind himself, holding each other tightly. Mydei sat up a little bit when the other paused, his big thighs parting more in a way that made Phainon’s mouth start to water, making him swallow loudly. He was sure the sound of his throat working could be heard all over the empty room, echoing off the walls.
The tension building up was thick enough to cut with a small butter knife. It made Phainon impatient in the most delectable way. He knew this is what Mydei wanted, seeing him fidget and squirm in his spot while waiting satisfied him immensely. Phainon wet his lips to talk.
“Power suits you, Your Majesty,” he said, sure that his voice came out a lot more throaty than he intended to. To add to his statement, he even bowed his head a little but didn’t remove his eyes from Mydeimos.
Mydei scoffed lightly, but didn’t say anything, eyeing Phainon up and down. His eyes scanned him all over, from the black choker surrounding his neck, to the slightly opened collar of his shirt, just teasing a collarbone, to the single, practically worthless, strap on his thigh. It looked tighter than usual, accentuating Phainon’s already thick thighs. The sight made Mydei instantly salivate, but he had to remain composed.
“Sweet talk will get you nowhere, Khaslana,” he said, his voice steady and authoritative, each word measured as though it were a command rather than a warning. Yet his composure wasn’t flawless, there was a subtle tightness in his jaw, a flicker in his eyes as they traced over Phainon’s form, lingering just a moment too long.
Phainon couldn’t help the grin that formed, something darker taking hold in his expression. The sound of his surname on Mydei’s tongue made his pulse spike instantly, heat rushing through him as his heart leapt into his throat, pounding hard enough to be felt in every inch of him.
“Come,” Mydei ordered, gesturing Phainon forward with a single tilt of his chin. Phainon stepped forward instantly. He should have felt embarrassed, how quick he was to obey the other, but there wasn’t a single bone in his body that was stopping him from walking over to the throne, closer and closer. There was nothing that would stop him from raising one of his legs, then the other, again and again, up the steps to reach the King who was still looking at him.
From this distance, Phainon could see that Mydei’s pupils were blown wide, the hand resting under his cheek was balled so tightly into a fist that his knuckles had turned white and he was visibly biting the inside of his cheek, grinding the meat between his teeth insistantly. But what really mattered to Phainon, what really caught his attention, was the obvious tent in the King’s pants. It must have been a long day, huh.
Phainon’s throat was suddenly as dry as a desert, his thoughts racing faster than he could tame them. He forced himself to breathe evenly, to keep the same measured composure he wore in court, even as everything in him strained toward the man before him. His gaze flickered, just once, before returning to Mydei’s face, as though nothing had caught his attention at all.
He stopped just a step in front of Mydei and remained silent. If the King wanted him to speak, he would order him to.
Mydei straightened, the lazy posture he had worn moments ago giving way to something sharper. For a moment, he said nothing and silence stretched between them. Phainon held his ground, though every instinct urged him forward, screamed at him to close the distance entirely. He kept his hands clasped behind his back, knuckles pressing white, his posture still flawless despite the storm inside of him. Mydei removed his single elbow from the armrest, instead, he leaned forward and rested both of his elbows on his knees, inching even closer to Phainon.
The knight swallowed thickly again, trying to fight the urge to grab Mydei and pull him closer. From their positions right now, the King’s face was obscenely close to where Phainon’s tent was in his pants. Phainon’s fists tightened even more behind him. He would not grab the King’s head and fuck his throat. He would not.
“Kneel,” the voice was almost a whisper, but Phainon heard it loud enough.
Phainon didn’t even hesitate. Without saying a word and maintaining eye contact with the blond in front of him, he lowered himself to one knee and stayed there for a second. One he regained his balance, his other knee followed until he was fully knelt on the floor. Above him, Mydei let out a long exhale through his nose, the look he gave Phainon was dark and hungry, eyelids dropping.
The knight felt lust coursing through his veins, the tightness of his pants was starting to grow increasingly uncomfortable, feeling a wet patch start to form at the front from the simple act of being watched and ordered around.
Phainon was a weak, weak man after all.
Mydei reached out, one of his hands delicately cupping his jaw. Phainon did everything in his power to not lean into it, to not show the King just how desperate he was for him. Though he was sure that Mydei could tell by now. He slowly applied pressure on the knight’s jaw, prompting him to shift his weight backwards until he was sitting on his haunches. After that, Mydei pulled away, seemingly satisfied by the small grin on his face.
He extended a foot, covered by an expensive leather boot, and nudged Phainon’s knees, silently ordering him to spread his thighs, which he did so instantly. Titans, they hadn’t even done anything and Phainon could already feel himself panting.
It didn’t help when Mydei lifted his boot again, pressing down hard on Phainon’s prominent bulge, which had gotten painful at this point. He whimpered at the sudden pressure, hands darting out from behind him to wrap around the King’s ankle, pulling in closer with the intention of humping against the sole like a dog in heat. But before he could do much, Mydei removed his foot from Phainon’s groin, letting out a disappointed tsk. “Keep your hands to yourself, Khaslana,” he snarled. Phainon’s invisible dog ears lowered from being scolded, but he obeyed nonetheless, letting go fully of Mydei’s ankle to put his hands behind his back again.
As a reward, the boot returned to Phainon’s cock, pressing down a bit harder than before. Phainon bit back another pathetic whimper he was about to let out, deciding instead to bite his lower lip until the skin threatened to break. He had never felt this turned on in his life and all Mydei was doing was looking at him.
It had been so long since they properly shared a space, both of their lives getting increasingly busier and busier. Phainon was told to patrol more around the perimeter of Castrum Kremnos, checking for any Titankin or scavengers that may threaten their land. Mydei was basically stuck in meetings every other day, either with the Council of Elders, who seemed to hate Phainon’s sheer existence, or with army generals and commanders.
It had been so long since they had touched each other. By the time Mydei woke up, Phainon was usually already gone; and by the time Mydei retired to his chambers, Phainon was already fast asleep. Today was one of those days where their schedules had aligned perfectly, allowing them this brief moment together. They would make the most of it.
Mydei allowed Phainon to thrust his hips upwards a few times, watching him pleasure himself with no regard for the man currently watching him. The boot was removed suddenly and Phainon let out a whine that sounded so pathetic he would have been ashamed if it was from any other context.
But right now, a wave of anticipation and desire slammed into him, especially when he saw Mydei straighten up again. Phainon’s eyes lowered to the King’s hands as they went down to unbuckle his belt, knowing he was being excruciatingly slow on purpose to tease Phainon. He followed the leather belt until it was free from all the loops, feeling his breath hitch when Mydei gathered it in his hands as if deciding what to do with it.
Please choke me with it, came Phainon’s first thought, pupils blown wide until the blue of his eyes was replaced with black ink.
Instead of wrapping the belt around his throat and tightening it until he felt lightheaded, Mydei bent down to loop it around Phainon’s hands behind his back as if to accentuate his earlier command of keeping his hands to himself. It was almost just as good as feeling the leather on his neck, instead feeling it digging into his wrists. He tried to wiggle his hands, testing the resistance only to find out he could barely move them from how tightly Mydei had tied them.
Phainon looked up as Mydei sat back comfortably on his throne again, spreading his thighs in clear invitation. The knight wasted no time in shuffling closer until he was directly between them, using his shoulders to open them wider so that he could fit more comfortably. Getting bold, he leaned forward, nuzzling his face onto Mydei’s bulge, hearing him gasp from above him.
Neither of them were saying anything, only the sounds of their heavy breathing could be heard in the throne room.
Phainon kept rubbing himself against Mydei’s clothed length, feeling the heat of it bleeding into his skin. He felt fingers tangling in his hair, pulling back until it stung and Phainon got the message to pull his face away. “Titans look at you,” Mydei said, voice coming out more breathless than he probably intended. “I haven’t even done anything and you’re already panting like a dog.”
The cocky smirk on the King’s face made Phainon’s blood boil. He should not be smirking, he should be moaning and whining and begging Phainon to take him. “Says the one who calls me just to get his dick wet—” a sharp tug on his hair made him hiss, feeling his scalp burn from the sudden pull.
“Haikas,” Mydei said, tone sounding disappointed in a way that made Phainon’s cock throb. “Is that any way to talk to your King?”
They exchanged heated glances, Mydei almost daring Phainon to say something, to challenge him. A part of him would love it, hearing Phainon finally snap and grab him, fucking him against the throne until he could barely remember his own name, forcing him to call off the meeting he had later from no longer having the ability to walk. To strip himself naked and place the crown on Phainon’s head, sitting him on the throne and riding him until he cried. But today was none of those days, perhaps some other time he would let Phainon have his way with him, but for now, he was enjoying the sight of the knight knelt between his spread thighs with such a needy look that Mydei wouldn’t need much direct stimulation to actually cum.
“No, it’s not, Your Majesty,” Phainon said, voice coming out through gritted teeth. “I apologize.”
Ah, good enough.
Mydei’s patience was wearing thin anyways.
He reached down to his pants again, undoing the button and lowering the zipper all the way down. He leaned back to let Phainon do as he pleases, which he immediately took advantage of, sticking his nose between Mydei’s legs again. Phainon instantly stuck his tongue out and leaned in even more, licking up a long stripe up Mydei’s clothed erection.
He felt the King shiver under him, prompting him to keep going. Phainon licked at the fabric insistantly from base to tip, tasting the first drops of pre-cum on his tongue. He felt Mydei’s thighs shiver at the action, his grip of the knight’s hair tightening just a fraction from the feeling of the warm appendage on him.
Phainon looked up at him with the biggest desperate eyes Mydei had ever seen, rubbing his cheek against his groin and cock while pleading non-verbally, probably hoping that the King would show him mercy and give him what he wanted. That would not be the case today, either. Tightening his grip even more on Phainon’s hair, Mydei pulled him off of his undergarments and looked down at him.
“What do you want, Khaslana?” he asked, his tone dropping to a deep timbre as lust clouded his vision.
All Phainon could do was whine, trying to shift his head closer to the man’s dick again but being held back by the unwavering grip on his hair.
“Use your words.”
The command made Phainon whimper again, his hips thrusting up into nothing pathetically from the harsh tone the King was using on him. He bit his lip to try and resist a little bit, to try and hold his dignity and maybe reverse the rolls. But he took one look down at Mydei’s clothed, weeping cock he so desperately wanted to take into his mouth and his lips were moving before he could even think about it.
“P-Please, Mydei,” he pleaded, shifting his head a bit forward so that Mydei pulled his hair tighter, feeling a few drops of pre-cum staining his already ruined pants and undergarments.
“Please what, Khaslana?” Mydei demanded, surely too horny to think about correcting Phainon in the lack of use of his title. To be honest, the King himself wasn’t fairing too well himself. His cock was aching and throbbing, twitching under his underwear just from Phainon licking at it like the mutt he was. Mydei gripped Phainon’s chin with his other hand, making him look up into those gorgeous pools of gold. His thumb brushed over Phainon’s bottom lip, parting it slightly to get the finger wet with saliva before withdrawing. Phainon followed that thumb like a popsicle, earning another tug of his hair. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please…” Phainon pleaded, feeling the grip on his hair loosen now that he was complicit and talking. He instantly went back to rubbing his face on Mydei’s groin, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Let me make you feel good. Please, Mydeimos. I-I’ll be good for you, please. I’ll be so good, Your Majesty.”
Mydei hummed, the grin he had earlier returned to his face at Phainon’s desperate display. It wasn’t often he was in full control of the knight, and seeing him like this, panting and whining, fighting against the restraints behind his back… Mydei acted like he was thinking about it, pressing his thumb back to Phainon’s bottom lip, feeling it dampen from his tongue sticking out to lick it.
Mydei was awestruck at the sight of Phainon licking his thumb, swirling his tongue around it and taking it all the way to the knuckle, hollowing out his cheeks to suck. His eyes rolling back was enough for Mydei to pull his hand away, reaching under his underwear to snake his throbbing cock out of its confines. “Be good, then,” he said, bringing Phainon’s head close to him.
Phainon thanked Kephale and whichever Titan was listening to him for the meal he was about to have. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked an experimental stripe up from the base all the way to the tip, swirling his tongue around the head to lick up any drop of pre-cum that came out. Mydei’s breath hitched at the sensation, sitting back more comfortably on his throne to watch Phainon.
Phainon teased Mydei a few times with kitten-licks all over his length, feeling it twitching under the muscle. His own cock was straining against his pants painfully now, begging for any form of stimulation. He bucked his hips upward, trying to get any form of relief against his aching groin, finding that the zipper of his pants was just not enough.
Without wasting another moment, Phainon took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He heard Mydei hiss above him, head tilting backwards until his crown hit the backrest of the throne. He looked beautiful like this, wanting and panting over him. Phainon would give Mydei anything he wanted if he asked him to. Mydei’s skin flushed a bright pink, from the tips of his ears to the tantalizing curve of his breasts. Oh how Phainon wished to hold them in his grip, he fought against the restraints again to no use, feeling the expensive leather digging into his wrists.
Without taking his eyes off of the King, Phainon took a deep breath and slowly itched further down, taking Mydei’s cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. The tight grip on his hair shook at the sensation. He kept going until he felt the head hit the back of his throat, just shy of making him gag. The tightness of his throat made Mydei groan deep in his chest, looking down at where Phainon was taking him, mouth pressed against the golden hairs of his pubes. Tears threatened to fall down his cheeks, eyes glistening with wetness.
Mydei’s head tipped back, the crown clinking against the throne behind him. He looked back down at Phainon and pulled him off of his cock, his gaze instantly drawn to the string of spit that still connected them before it broke, dampening the knight's shirt and chin. The King swiped the saliva off with his thumb, instead smearing it more on Phainon’s chin before dipping the finger between his lips.
Phainon immediately latched onto it, sucking on it greedily and coating it with spit until it dropped down onto his lap.
“You’re making such a mess of yourself,” the King said, voice raspy from pleasure. He stuck his thumb further inside Phainon’s mouth, tilting his head back a little bit. Mydei lifted his foot and pressed it down on Phainon’s clothed erection again, at the same time removing his thumb and shoving his index and middle finger into the knight’s mouth. Phainon immediately choked on a moan, brows furrowed together in pleasure, eyes almost rolling back against his skull.
Mydei allowed him to hump against the boot again, all while not taking his eyes off of him for a single second. He was entranced in those golden eyes glistening with barely hidden hunger and possession. This is what Phainon needed today, after countless meetings and training and barely being able to see his lover, he needed to shut his brain off for a while and let Mydei do whatever he pleased with him.
His wrists burned from the restraints as he fought against them again. He looked down at Mydei’s cock, weeping pre-cum and glistening with his saliva. The sight made him suck on the digits harder to try and convince Mydei to let him suck him off again. Mydei grabbed the base and sat closer to the edge of the throne, pressing the leaking tip against Phainon’s right cheek. His fingers stopped thrusting down his throat, instead pressing down on his tongue to ensure Phainon still felt them.
“Titans look at you,” he said, giving a shallow thrust against the skin. “What would everyone think if they saw you like this, mh? What would they think of their precious knight, their fiercest warrior, getting down on his knees so easily?” More pressure was added against Phainon’s cock, and he choked on the fingers again, tears falling down freely now.
The King tilted his head as if entertained. “You’re so loyal to me, just like an obedient puppy,” the comment made Phainon’s hips twitch upwards, a muffled “please” could be heard at the back of his throat, eyes pleading for any sort of relief. “Oh, did you like that?” Phainon nodded eagerly. “Yeah? You like it when I call you puppy?”
Phainon couldn’t hold back the pathetic moan that escaped his lips, humping steadily now against the sole of Mydei’s boot. Mydei looked down at him, eyes darkening in arousal. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he looked down at Phainon ruining himself between his thighs over a few words. “Fuck,” he muttered and removed the fingers from between Phainon’s lips, replacing them with his cock and immediately setting a hard pace.
He gripped Phainon’s hair with both hands, fingers tangling in the knotted strands as he guided him to take all of him. Phainon went slack on his grip, deciding to just look up at Mydei’s blissed-out face while he took his pleasure. The King really was beautiful, a being so ethereal that Phainon questioned his luck every day. He must have done something right, must have prayed to the right Titan for such a god to allow him to even be in his presence.
All the knight could do was moan, feeling Mydei’s grip on his hair suddenly tighten up even more, pulling out until just the tip remained between Phainon’s lips. The King looked so beautifully wretched, brows furrowed from the onslaught of pleasure and sweat beading on his forehead, abs clenching and relaxing rhythmically. He truly was breathtaking. “Breathe for me,” Mydei said, and Phainon suddenly realized he had been panting all along, collecting his breathing for what would be the final part of their ‘session’.
The next time Mydei forced himself down his throat, Phainon felt his cock twitch, leaking even more pre-cum than before. The -king was close, no doubt. There was something about bringing His Majesty to completion right on his throne, right where he spoke to generals and commanded his men. Something about it made Phainon shamelessly moan around the length.
With a tight grip on his scalp, Mydei forced him all the way down his cock. Phainon felt himself choke and cough, but Mydei kept him there by the hair, moaning up to the ceiling of the throne room. The King was panting heavily above him, chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. Phainon tried to pull away, just to test Mydei’s resolve.
Just as he suspected, the grip on his hair only tightened further, feeling the tip on his lover's cock shove itself down his throat. “Shit, stay there, Khaslana. I know you can take it,” with that said, Mydei stood up from the throne. The hand that wasn’t holding onto Phainon’s hair gripped his jaw, forcing his mouth open further, which the knight did so gladly, ignoring the slight ache he felt.
Mydei started fucking into his throat in slow, quick thrusts, releasing all of his pent-up frustration and exhaustion onto Phainon. The knight had by now stopped resisting and fighting against the restraints, already feeling the familiar sting of having his skin rubbed raw. He would have loved to be summoned into the throne room to fuck the King silly on his own throne, maybe make Mydei ride him until his legs shook, but clearly Mydeimos was in a different kind of mood today.
Not that Phainon was complaining.
“I’m close,” Mydei moaned out, a small whimper coming out which he immediately quieted down by biting his bruised lip. “I’m close I’m close I’m close—” the thrusts grew quicker, more desperate. Phainon’s throat would no doubt be sore tomorrow. “Your throat is so tight, you take me so well, puppy. You’re such a —shit— such a good boy for me. Take it all, mh? Swallow every drop of me.”
Mydei thrust once, twice, before bottoming out on Phainon’s throat. Phainon quickly started swallowing down every drop of cum Mydei released. The taste was bitter and salty, but Phainon had missed the feeling of Mydei shooting down his throat so much, lapping at it eagerly and desperately, the loud sounds of his gulping echoing off the walls of the empty room.
The feeling of Mydei twitching against his tongue, and the sounds of his moans while he came was enough to make Phainon cum in his pants, almost completely untouched. He whimpered around the length, humping the air while feeling the sticky substance stain his underwear and outer layer.
Eventually, Mydei released the hold on his hair and slowly pulled out. They both panted for a while, trying to gather their breathing. Phainon rested his head on Mydei’s thigh, nuzzling against the warm area despite it being clothed.
After a while, Phainon felt a soft hand under his chin guiding his face upwards. He gently wiped his tears away with his thumbs, using the end of his chiton to wipe away the remaining cum and spit from his chin. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“U-Untie me, please,” Phainon asked, almost desperately.
Mydei immediately bent down to untie the belt around Phainon’s wrists, tossing it somewhere else for later. Phainon immediately collapsed onto Mydei’s thighs, closing his eyes in comfort and exhaustion. Mydei brought the knight’s hands to his face, kissing the sore wrists tenderly. He rubbed the red flesh with his thumb, eyes softening. “Why didn’t you tell me if it hurt?”
“Mh, it didn’t,” Phainon said, already half asleep on Mydei’s lap.
The King didn’t know whether to believe him or not, so he just wrapped his arms around his head and pulled him closer. They somehow maneuvered until Phainon was sitting comfortably on Mydei’s lap, head resting on his shoulder. They cleaned each other tiredly, exchanging lazy kisses and soft praise.
Just like that, without any other words muttered, they drifted off into slumber in the throne room, cuddled up against each other. Mydei woke up ten minutes later, finding Phainon fast asleep on his lap. He brushed his sweaty hair off his forehead, giving him a light peck before looking down at the both of them to assess their condition. Once he realized they were both decent, he picked Phainon up and carried him to their shared bedroom.
Stripping a half-asleep Phainon wasn’t so difficult, getting under the blankets to finally rest after their long weeks. The knight instantly clung to his lover in his sleep, burying his face on his chest. Mydei simply smiled, giving Phainon another kiss to the forehead.
“I love you, Phainon.”
Phainon peaked an eye open, lips breaking into a tired smile.
“I love you too, Mydei.”