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“Well, then,” Mydei nods, his eyes blazing. “Second option it is.”
Mydei presses down on Phainon’s knees with rugged palms, framing himself between Phainon’s legs to offer a full, clear view of his naked body. Phainon seizes the chance, his insides churning with need as he takes it all in.
Bathwater drips off the crimson ends of Mydei’s hair onto his glistening arms and torso, tracing paths between the planes of his pecs, his abs, his ribs. His sturdy thighs, etched in crimson tattoos similar to those on his upper body, are parted between Phainon’s legs, prying them open. Mydei’s cock is long and hefty, ridged by protruding veins and crowned by a thick glans. His balls hang low and heavy, almost languid—a stark contrast to the hardness of his shaft. Phainon’s hole twitches, yearning for more of the stretch that Mydei’s fingers have started. Mydei’s rock-hard cock promises to deliver so much more of that…
The corners of Phainon’s mouth curve, tugging at his cheeks. Mydei’s display truly gets the point across… His body is an undeniable masterpiece.
“Was there ever a real choice to make, though, Mydei?” Phainon snickers. “I mean, come on… I’d have to be insane to turn you down. Just look at you…”
Phainon gestures with his eyes at Mydei’s chest. As he speaks, a large drop slides off one of Mydei’s stiff nipples, and Phainon swallows hard, barely holding himself back from leaping to catch it with his mouth.
Mydei scowls. “Stop fooling around, boy.” He shoves a knee against Phainon’s nearby foot to force his legs further apart. “You’re in no position to taunt.”
Phainon’s eyes glint, his smirk turning dangerous. “Are you sure about that?”
Phainon lifts one of his feet over Mydei’s calf to place his heel against the inside of Mydei’s knee. There’s no need to apply pressure on the joint for Mydei to pick up on the implied threat.
Mydei hums, his gaze raking over Phainon’s body, taking note of the alert tension in every muscle. “I see… You’ve never truly surrendered a single day in your life, have you, Deliverer?” He sighs. “Alright, no matter.”
Mydei lets go of both of Phainon’s knees to grab his waist, fingers digging with bruising strength. He smiles wolfishly.
“Looks like this is going to be your first time in more ways than one.”
In the blink of an eye, Phainon has sat up to grab Mydei by the throat, the force of his hand around Mydei’s neck matching the pressure of the fingers around his waist. With this single point of leverage, he pulls Mydei down towards him, forcing Mydei to let go of his waist and place both hands on the floor to avoid falling deeper into his grasp.
As soon as Mydei stops resisting the motion, Phainon softens his grip, but he keeps drawing Mydei closer until the strands of Mydei’s fringe fall over his own forehead, until he can see the tiny specks of gold shimmering in Mydei’s irises.
Phainon smiles, knowing that Mydei’s gaze is fixed on his lips as he slides the tip of his nose down the outward curve of Mydei’s bridge.
“Make no mistake, Mydeimos.” Phainon breathes. “Even in surrender, I’m still far from being your helpless prey. You, above all, should know this.”
“I very much do.” Mydei grumbles, his lips hovering just a thought away, agape, expectant. “But I can still look forward to the day when I’ll crush you in battle.”
Phainon releases Mydei’s throat and raises his hand to hold Mydei’s chin.
“Sure, why not… keep dreaming.”
Both Phainon and Mydei reach forward, eyelids fluttering shut just an instant before their lips meet.
They barely brush against each other at first, a soft, almost timid caress. Butterflies burst in Phainon’s stomach as he receives the grounding warmth, the silky smoothness of Mydei’s lips. The act feels sacred, enthralling, powerfully intimate.
It only takes a few moments for Mydei to take the lead and lean further in, deepening the contact to better explore Phainon’s lips. Phainon groans in wonder—he never imagined Mydei’s touch could be so featherlight, so candid in its curiosity.
That curiosity sends a wave of heat straight into Phainon’s cock, rendering him painfully hard.
Phainon slides his hand up Mydei’s jawline and under his ear to grab the crimson mane at his nape. Pressing Mydei against his mouth, he slides his tongue out, intending to sweep it across Mydei’s lips.
Yet what he finds is Mydei already reaching out to meet him with his own tongue. They glide against each other in a wet, warm stroke that makes their breaths hitch in unison.
Mydei tilts his head and parts his lips further. Phainon leaps at the invitation, instantly tangling their tongues together, and he is enthralled to discover that Mydei’s muscle matches the strength and dexterity of his own. Mydei must be equally pleased, because he lets out a satisfied grunt that makes Phainon’s head spin with delight.
The wrestle between their mouths grows in fervor, driven by hunger, yet also marked by the cadence of their usual battles—there is a constant push and pull, advance and retreat, offense and defense. Phainon sucks on Mydei’s lower lip and attempts to swipe his tongue over it, only to get caught by Mydei’s teeth in a taunting nip. Phainon manages to wriggle his way out, only to plunge back into Mydei’s mouth in a silent demand for assuage. Mydei humors him for barely an instant, lavishing Phainon with a few wet strokes before pushing him back, enforcing his turn to claim Phainon’s mouth.
Phainon moans, caught in a whirlpool of debilitating lust. Mydei tastes like the tangiest, most luscious fruit ever, and Phainon already knows that he’ll never get enough of it, not even if he spent an eternity sucking on Mydei’s tongue.
Their lips are so deeply entwined that Phainon is almost startled when Mydei breaks away. Phainon cracks his eyes open just in time to see a string of saliva connecting their mouths before Mydei’s head droops to the side, his forehead sliding down Phainon’s neck to land on his shoulder.
Phainon tightens his hold on Mydei’s nape, the tips of his fingers gently scraping the scalp.
“Mydei, are you alright?”
Mydei is breathing heavily, his exhalations pouring over Phainon’s torso. He swallows hard before speaking.
“Damn, Deliverer… you…” He grits his teeth, his voice on the verge of breaking. “You taste far, far too good. I… can barely…”
Phainon realises with a start that Mydei’s arms are trembling, his hands clenched into fists against the floor tiles. Amazed, Phainon tilts his head to peek below Mydei’s chest—Mydei’s throbbing cock is hovering very close to his own, tips almost touching, a thick rope of precum hanging from Mydei’s slit and pooling between the ridges of his abs. The shivering spreads all the way down to Mydei’s legs, his thighs pressed against Phainon’s in an attempt to stifle it.
Phainon licks his lips, grinning maliciously.
“ I see.” He swipes crimson hair away to press a soft kiss to the heated skin beneath Mydei’s ear. “Now, who would’ve thought that the almighty crown prince of Kremnos could be pushed so close to the edge from something as chaste as just… kissing, hm?”
Mydei hisses like an angry cat. He lifts his head away from Phainon’s shoulder and shakes off the hand on his nape to face Phainon with a drilling gaze, something close to a pout on his lips.
“You HKS weren’t being so cocky when I had my fingers up your ass.”
Phainon’s laughter rings cheerful and clear. He hums before placing a soft peck on the corner of Mydei’s mouth.
“Perhaps. But you can’t blame me for finding so much pleasure in seeing you all worked up like this.”
Phainon leans back, laying his forearm flat on the floor to prop himself up on his elbow, allowing for a much better view of Mydei’s body draped over his own.
Phainon’s breath falls short as he takes in the sight of Mydei’s bulging triceps and pectorals, now swollen after a while of holding part of his weight on outstretched arms. He places a hand over Mydei’s chest.
Mydei’s heartbeat hammers like thunder against his palm. Phainon smirks, delighted.
“You were right, Mydei—today’s all about first times. I didn’t even know I could get you flustered to this extent.” He lets his fingers drift over the smooth skin, tracing the sharp line of Mydei’s collarbones. “I wonder just how much… further I can push it.”
Phainon’s hand slides downwards to cup one of Mydei’s bulky pectorals. He fondles the brawny muscle, delighted to feel the goosebumps rising on Mydei’s skin, the pace of his breath faltering.
When Phainon pinches the stiff nipple there, Mydei growls like a lion in heat. He lets his head hang from his shoulders, his mane-like hair falling over his face, hips jerking forwards instinctively. Phainon stares in wonder, mouth watering as he twists, stretches and rubs, watching Mydei come undone like a painfully aroused beast.
Phainon is so entranced by the waves of lust rippling through Mydei’s body, he jolts in surprise as he catches the glint of a golden eye staring at him through the curtain of blond hair.
“Deliverer, let me fuck you. Now.”
Mydei’s voice is a low roar. Phainon chokes back a groan, the commanding tone fanning the heat within.
In response, Phainon hooks a leg around one of Mydei’s thighs, pressing the heel against its underside while he wraps an arm around Mydei’s shoulders. He shifts away the arm beneath his body, letting both his weight and the pressure of his heel pull them both down until his back is flat against the floor and Mydei is braced up on his knees and forearms on top of him.
They both groan as their cocks rub against each other over Phainon’s belly. Phainon raises his head just enough to whisper into Mydei’s ear, a sly grin in his voice.
“As you command, Lord Mydeimos.”
Phainon slithers a hand between their bodies to wrap it around both their cocks. Mydei gasps as Phainon starts to grind their shafts together, gripping with massive strength.
“ Fuck.”
Phainon feels the weight of Mydei’s head on his shoulder, breathing heavy against his skin. The up and down squeeze flows smoothly thanks to the oil spread by Mydei earlier, their precum mixing together and adding to the ease. Phainon gasps and moans at the scalding pleasure of each pump, at the feel of Mydei’s rock-hard shaft pulsating against his own.
Soon, Mydei starts to fuck into Phainon’s hand, slow, careful not to slide out of Phainon’s grip. At the same time, he presses his mouth to the base of Phainon’s neck, right over his sun-shaped mark, nibbling, sucking and lapping messily. Phainon extends his neck to give Mydei better access to his throat, and Mydei immediately takes the chance to trace a wet line from the dip between Phainon’s collarbones all the way up to his chin, his tongue lapping the thin sheen of sweat along the way. Mydei’s teeth scrape against Phainon’s jugular, and a vague sense of danger sends a wave of pleasure up his spine.
Phainon stirs and arches his back under Mydei’s body, torn between choices. As much as he longs to keep wringing out the feel of Mydei feasting on his neck and their cocks grinding against each other, he knows it won’t be long before he’s spurting ropes of cum in a helpless mess. He can tell Mydei is not far off either from the way he’s growling and fucking into his hand, his slick head forcing its way into the hollow of his palm and pressing against the underside of his shaft with increasing urgency.
Yet Phainon’s hole is still twitching, waiting—he desperately needs Mydei to plunge his thick cock deep into his guts.
Phainon turns his head towards Mydei, searching for his mouth. It stabs like a delightful blade, the way Mydei instantly perceives the gesture and rushes to meet his lips.
Mydei laps at Phainon’s mouth with passion, his tongue sweeping and claiming with the air of a conqueror. He retreats to breathe heavily against Phainon’s lips, his expression pained.
“Deliverer…”
Phainon nods, panting. “Yeah… yeah, I know.” His voice is raspy, breathless.
Phainon lets go of his own cock to wrap his palm all around Mydei’s shaft. Lifting his legs to encircle Mydei’s hips and inching back to allow for the right angle, he lines up Mydei’s cock with his entrance, pressing the head against his quivering rim.
Mydei instantly adjusts his hips and cautiously presses forward to settle in place, his tip nestling smoothly against the dip. Phainon groans and clenches his jaw, a drop of sweat sliding across his temple. Despite Mydei’s efforts to prepare him earlier, he can tell the stretch is going to burn regardless.
Damn, this is going to be excruciating in the best possible way.
Mydei’s eyes are squeezed shut, a deep crease etched between his eyebrows. Phainon can tell that he is employing all his willpower to not ram straight into his tight warmth.
Phainon gives Mydei’s lower lip a soft nip.
“Hey, Mydei. Listen.”
Mydei opens his eyes to find himself faced up against the mirror-like gleam of Phainon’s gaze staring up at him daringly. Despite the sweat sticking his silvery fringe to his brow, he’s smirking mischievously.
“Remember the very first time we fought?” Phainon sneers. “We both gave it our all and still neither could win… You’ve been longing to break me since then, right?”
Phainon chuckles low, seductive, his hand tracing a slow, up and down stroke on Mydei’s cock. Mydei grits his teeth but remains still, intrigued to find out where this is going.
“A lowly Okheman soldier, capable of matching Castrum Kremnos’ mightiest warrior… Your clansmen were furious, weren’t they? Such a loathsome annoyance…” He laughs. “Well—” Phainon grins with a touch of unhinged eagerness as he presses the head of Mydei’s cock hard against his hole. “Now you have your chance, Mydei—go ahead and spear me with all your might. Show me the full extent of your fierceness. I’ll be more than glad to be ravaged by it.”
Eyebrows raised, Mydei studies Phainon’s face for an instant, searching for signs of hesitation. When he finds none, he flashes a smile—one full of teeth, daunting—before he draws his hips far back in preparation for a backbreaking thrust.
Phainon grits his teeth, ready to be torn open as Mydei lunges forward. He keeps his eyes fixed on Mydei’s gaze, unwavering.
But instead of ramming into Phainon’s hole, Mydei halts the instant his cock is about to touch Phainon’s flesh. His tip makes contact with the puckered rim and he presses gently but firmly against it, stretching it with measured control.
Phainon gasps, his head thrown back by the sudden jolt shooting up his spine—the push of Mydei’s head into his hole is a striking, entirely new sensation. He lets out a half-surprised moan, a powerful yearning to be struck by more of that powerful presence unfurling deep in his loins.
Mydei is soon easing the pressure by slightly drawing his hips back, and he follows with another calculated push, the smooth bulk of his glans stretching Phainon anew. He picks up a shallow back and forth, setting a slow but confident pace that gently eases Phainon open.
Phainon laughs low through his teeth, his eyes shut tight as he tries to subdue the urgency ravaging his insides.
“ Aah… and this… is what you call a devastating blow, Mydeimos? Hah… You can’t… be serious.”
Ignoring the snarky remark, Mydei lowers his body until he’s fully lying on top of Phainon, skin against skin. Phainon reels—he’s familiar with the feel of Mydei’s weight, but not with such searing closeness. The slick slide of Mydei’s heavy muscles against his own, the thumping of Mydei’s heartbeat against his ribs… The ridges of Mydei’s abs squeeze Phainon’s cock between their bodies, and Phainon winces at the unexpected stimulation.
Mydei slips an arm beneath Phainon’s shoulder, reaching for the back of his head. With his fingers tangled around the strands of silvery hair, he turns Phainon’s face towards him.
Phainon is utterly disarmed by the kiss Mydei plunges onto his mouth. It’s a sweet, tender thing, his tongue sweeping eagerly yet deep and slow, almost worshipful. Phainon moans, lightheaded, all thoughts vanishing from his mind.
Mydei pulls away just enough to unseal their lips, his gaze fixed on Phainon’s mouth.
“It seems I was wrong after all, Deliverer. You’re a man of your word—your surrender was genuine.”
Phainon forces an exasperated sigh, his devilish smile betraying him.
“Well, despite what you might think, I do trust you, Mydei. It’s just that I’m—”
“Yeah—a proud, headstrong HKS, I know.”
Phainon frowns. “—No! What I was going to say is…”
Mydei silences him by pressing another kiss to his mouth, and this time Phainon responds with equal eagerness. The kiss escalates fast, and soon their tongues are wrestling hard, no longer experimenting, but instead fighting for dominance on familiar ground. Mydei digs both hands into Phainon’s hair, fingers entwined in the messy strands, and Phainon reaches for Mydei’s back, nails grazing the smooth skin.
Mydei resumes the shallow back and forth waves against Phainon’s hole. Too slow, far too slow —Phainon growls, impatient, and he starts to reach up with his own hips, trying to force his entrance to spread further, faster, the longing to squeeze Mydei between his walls now overwhelming.
A pained groan rolls out of Phainon’s mouth and onto Mydei’s tongue when he jerks his hips with too much energy, his rim stretching too far in one go. Mydei immediately pulls his hips back and halts, low laughter rising from the depths of his throat.
Mydei gives Phainon’s tongue a long suck before bracing himself back up on his forearms, their damp chests peeling apart. His hair is a wild mess and his cheeks are heavily flushed, but he looks down at Phainon with amused haughtiness.
“Deliverer… you’re being far too greedy. We can’t rush through this, especially not you .” He raises his eyebrows pointedly. “You’ll have to let me take the lead now—otherwise, knowing your style, you’ll end up hurting yourself.”
“ Knowing my style?” Phainon cackles. “And how would that be, if I may ask?”
“Reckless, foolish. Too unpredictable.”
Phainon sighs, letting go of all witty comebacks as he watches Mydei lift himself up to sit back on his haunches between Phainon’s raised legs. He immediately misses the warmth of Mydei’s body but, on the bright side, he now has a full view of Mydei’s chiseled torso again—this time, his skin is flushed with a rosy hue and slick with sweat, somehow giving him an even more divine aura.
Mydei reaches toward his side and pulls up the oil vial. Phainon swallows hard as he watches Mydei pour the thick liquid over the length of his cock and spread it evenly with a few twisting pumps of his hand.
Mydei smirks. “Stay still and try to be at ease… if that’s something you’re capable of.”
Phainon barely controls the urge to roll his eyes.
“I’m completely at ease. I haven’t been this relaxed since— hey!”
Mydei unexpectedly pours a generous amount of oil all over Phainon’s body, from his exposed hole all the way up to the dip between his collarbones. The fragrant liquid gathers at Phainon’s sternum and slips into the crevices between his ribs and abs, tracing glistening lines on Phainon’s marmoreal skin as it drips to the sides. Phainon shivers, watching the oil trickle off his erect shaft and pool in the dip of his bellybutton, mixing with the precum gathered there.
Mydei practically drools as he licks his lips and rakes his gaze over Phainon’s body.
“No, you’re not. But don’t fret, Deliverer.” He grins, all teeth and sharp canines. “I’ll be more than glad to crack you open, nice and steady, until I’m buried inside you all the way up to the hilt. You’ll be a babbling mess on my cock soon enough.”
Phainon snarls, eyes glowing defiantly. “Good. Be sure to make it worth my time.”
Mydei’s crazed laughter is sure to be heard all the way up at Dawncloud. He snatches Phainon’s hips, bending over his pelvis as he lines up Phainon’s entrance with his reddened glans.
Phainon gasps as the hot tip pushes against his rim, harder this time, the stretch riding a delicious balance between pain and pleasure. Mydei hisses and heaves, eyes tight shut and still for an instant before he resumes the slow, gradual breaching, slightly more forceful in every forward thrust this time.
Without breaking the pace, Mydei grabs Phainon’s legs to drape them over his shoulders. He wraps each arm around one of Phainon’s thighs to hold them apart and tight against his chest, digging his fingers into the muscle with bruising strength.
Phainon is soon rendered breathless, head thrown back, his aching cock splattering precum. Mydei keeps stretching his hole with every thrust, mindful but relentless. The intrusion is agonisingly slow, lecherous, and Phainon desperately needs more of it, but he bites down hard on his lower lip, trying to remain in control of his hunger.
The expression on Mydei’s face is nothing short of feral, his gaze fixed on the rise and fall of Phainon’s heaving chest. The golden mark that runs across Phainon’s pecs glistens with every breath, and the sun-shaped mark on the side of his neck is deliciously exposed, tempting.
Mydei growls, ravenous.
“I want to fucking destroy you, do you know that, Deliverer?” he growls, turning his head to lick the underside of one of Phainon’s knees. “ Fuck, I want to tear you to pieces and devour them all…”
Phainon lets out a curt laugh between gritted teeth.
“You vicious jerk… stop talking nonsense and fill me up already.”
Phainon reaches down with both hands to grab Mydei’s thighs pressing against his glutes, and he forces Mydei’s hips to thrust harder, ruthless.
The ridge of Mydei’s glans is swallowed by Phainon’s rim and Phainon cries out in a pained, elated moan. Mydei barely stifles a needy grunt by biting down hard on Phainon’s calf, the taste of blood filling his mouth.
Gathering his wits after a moment's pause, Mydei continues to press his length into Phainon’s hole, inching forward much more smoothly now. Phainon heaves and groans, eyes tightly shut as he adjusts to the dense heat piercing him, slowly prying his walls open with firm determination. Each back and forth drag of Mydei’s cock sinks deeper, further, searing his insides like a branding iron with each advance.
Phainon manages to adjust just enough to steady his breath and open his eyes. He finds Mydei licking a trail of blood from a fresh bitemark on the inside of his thigh.
“ Aah… I’ll have to make you pay for that, Mydei…” he sneers.
Keeping up the undulating movement of his hips, Mydei fastens his mouth onto the wound and sucks hard on it, humming in thrill. When he finally lets go, his mouth makes the sloppiest, wettest smack.
Mydei turns his gaze towards Phainon’s face, his curled lips tinted with gold.
“How does it feel, Deliverer? To be speared by the crown prince of Kremnos. This is what you wanted, is it not?”
“Hardly,” Phainon grunts, jaw clenched. “I expected your royal cock to truly split me in half.”
Mydei punctuates his cackling with a sharp thrust of his hips.
“I’m still far from bottoming out and you already look totally ruined, Deliverer. Are you sure you want more? Or…” A sly grin spreads across his features “… are you just putting on a brave face for the audience?”
Phainon reels as situational awareness creeps back to the front of his mind, raising goosebumps all over his skin. Mydei’s suggestive tone just conjured a spectators’ view with stark clarity—Phainon heaving and arching with lustful zeal while Mydei pins him down and rails his ass with the voluptuous back and forth of his hips. The two mightiest Chrysos Heirs in all of Amphoreus, just a few thrusts away from unleashing thunderous orgasms on each other’s bodies. It’s a blasphemous, delectable image, and Phainon can’t help but moan wantonly, the waves of lust crashing in his mind spurred by Mydei’s cock carving its way through his guts.
From his position, Mydei can easily notice how Phainon swallows hard, nipples hardening and cock jerking yearningly. He chuckles low.
“I’m glad to see you’re still aroused by the thought of our absent onlookers. For a while there, I thought you’d become completely used to this setting.” He hums, pensive. “Though if you’re still sober enough to think so much, it’s clear that I need to get rougher on you.”
Mydei frees one of Phainon’s legs to reach for his chin, turning Phainon’s flushed face towards him.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
Phainon stares into Mydei’s eyes, entranced and breathless, while Mydei pushes the remaining stretch into his hole. His balls press tight against Phainon’s ass, and Mydei gasps, parting his lips but never breaking eye contact.
Phainon curses and grunts through his teeth as Mydei immediately draws his hips all the way back, barely keeping his tip buried within Phainon’s walls, to then push forward in a long, hard, unrelenting stroke. When Mydei presses his hips flush against Phainon’s again, they both release an agonised groan, their heads thrown back in bliss.
“It’s… fucking divine.”
Mydei opens his glazed eyes wide to search Phainon’s gaze, who is watching him with an exhausted but sly smirk on his face.
“Huh?”
“My answer to your question,” Phainon blurts, breathless. “You asked how it feels to be speared by your dick. There you have it.”
Mydei stares for an instant before cackling with amused shock.
“That’s something I never expected to hear coming out of your mouth.”
“You did say I’m full of surprises, didn’t you?”
Mydei smiles and sighs. He’s all too familiar with the searing pain that twists in his chest as he holds Phainon’s gaze. He’s come across a few remarkable individuals throughout his lifetime, but none quite as extraordinary as this silver-haired man. The way he can keep baring his heart and growing in strength despite having suffered so much loss… He truly is made of the stuff of heroes. It’s a shame that he can’t show Phainon exactly how he looks through his eyes.
However, he can do the next best thing.
Still buried inside Phainon, Mydei adjusts both their hips, slipping his thighs underneath Phainon’s pelvis so as to lift it slightly.
“Alright, Deliverer… let me show you just how divine it can feel.”
Mydei draws his cock all the way back to the edge of Phainon’s rim and then he sinks back in, reaching far and deep. He follows with another long stroke, and then another. Steadying his breath, he settles into a solid, persistent rhythm, using the full length of his shaft and shifting the angle every few thrusts. His eyes are fixed on Phainon’s body, picking up on every single cue written on his face, his skin, his muscles. After a brief struggle to adjust to the few first full-length strokes, Mydei can tell that Phainon is starting to relax and let himself be carried away.
While battling to govern the rising tide of his own pleasure, Mydei sighs, enraptured—the way Phainon is yielding around him, allowing the waves of bliss to take the reins of his body, is very erotic to watch. The heavy muscles of Phainon’s thighs and his rippling abs contract every time Mydei bottoms out, his walls tightening longingly around Mydei’s cock, and Mydei finds himself having to pause every now and then, the gripping strength of Phainon’s insides pushing him too close to the edge.
“Fuck, Mydei…”
Mydei knows he’s found the right angle when Phainon releases an aching, resonant moan. With his back arching and his arms outstretched on the floor over his head, framing the silvery halo of his disheveled hair, Phainon becomes the very image of rapture. The agitated rise and fall of his chest is mesmerising, delectable. Mydei keeps plowing into Phainon’s warm insides, letting his own moans and groans tumble freely from his mouth.
Phainon’s cock is massive and painfully hard, throbbing and leaking nonstop over the ridges of his abs. Mydei grits his teeth, longing to stroke it, to shove it down his throat and swallow every drop of Phainon’s pleasure. But no—today is not the day for that. Today, he wants to make Phainon experience the unique bliss of coming with his dick untouched and his hole full to the brim.
Thus, he reaches out towards Phainon’s torso, his palms avoiding the shaft and pressing down on the sharp obliques. Phainon’s pale skin is coated in a shiny sheen of oil and sweat, so the glide of Mydei’s hands is smooth as he kneads Phainon’s waist, massaging in alternating motions from his lower ribs, down to his hip bones and then up across his abs. With his cock relentlessly grinding against Phainon’s prostate, Mydei digs his fingers into the firm flesh like a tender sculptor, as if shaping pliable clay into the most perfect figure.
Seeing the edge of the precipice approach, Mydei lets his hands slide higher up Phainon’s body, gliding across his sternum to settle on his collarbones. Phainon sighs softly at first, his muscles pliant under the soothing touch. However, when Mydei’s palms crawl down to cup both his pectorals, Phainon’s breath hitches, his body tensing up like a bowstring.
Mydei squeezes and strokes the sensitive skin, the delightful sounds pouring from Phainon’s mouth dragging him closer to the impending peak. He watches and listens through the inebriating haze flooding his mind, longing to stretch the instant into eternity.
“Look at you… A perfect vessel for divinity, they call you.” Mydei groans through clenched teeth. “Let the whole world see, then… how I desecrate this vessel… as I fill you up with the seed of Strife.”
Mydei pinches both of Phainon’s nipples, tugging firmly, and Phainon instantly comes.
Through the powerful surge of his own orgasm, Mydei witnesses unparalleled beauty in Phainon’s ecstasy. The expression on his ethereal features is almost serene, a slight crease etched between his eyebrows, long eyelashes fluttering over gently closed eyes. His heaving chest rises as his spine curves, but otherwise his muscles remain soft, receptive. His throbbing cock shoots rope after rope of thick cum across his chest, over Mydei’s hands, and his insides flex hard with every powerful burst, milking Mydei dry. The deep moans rising from his lips are raw but melodious, a sensuous song of long-buried desire finally pouring forth, rich as honey.
Phainon’s orgasm goes on and on like an endless reverie, and Mydei makes sure to keep thrusting into him throughout its full duration, helping him wring out every last drop of that ambrosial pleasure, even after he has long emptied himself and his organ is starting to burn from overstimulation.
Phainon comes down from his high feeling as if he had burst into flames and burned through ages of suppressed desire all at once, his body finally releasing the tension of all the pent-up wants and longings he’s ever left unvoiced. He’s drained beyond words but he’s also invigorated, his muscles relaxed but awake as if a newly found source of energy was coursing through his veins.
When he returns to full consciousness, Phainon flings open his eyes, searching for Mydei's face. He’s met by their piercing golden gaze, grinning exhaustedly but satisfied.
“I must admit, that was quite the spectacular climax, Deliverer…” he laughs curtly. “I’d never seen anything quite like it before.”
He follows by raising one of his hands, curiously observing the ropes of Phainon’s cum splattered across its back. He sticks his tongue out to lick it clean, his attention fixed on Phainon’s face as he laps the creamy liquid.
Mydei licks his lips, delighted, and he cleans off the back of his other hand while laughing at Phainon’s awestruck expression.
“You’re insufferable, Deliverer.” Mydei shakes his head. “Even your nut tastes like some sort of delectable nectar.”
As if a bolt of lightning has shot up Phainon’s spine, he instantly backs away just enough to get his pelvis off Mydei’s thighs and he then pushes himself up onto his knees, bringing his eyes level with Mydei’s.
Mydei’s surprise is written all over his face as Phainon encircles his waist with one hand and cradles the back of his head with the other, pressing their sticky chests flush against each other.
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Phainon lunges forward with his mouth to fasten onto Mydei’s lips, sucking and lapping like he’s quenching his thirst on them. Still reeling at Phainon’s eagerness, Mydei groans and lets his mouth fall open, gasping as Phainon sweeps demandingly with his tongue, leaving no space for response or argument.
While his mouth is being thoroughly devoured, Mydei feels the brush of Phainon’s cock against his thigh. Amazed, he reaches with his hand towards it and his palm wraps around the engorged shaft, hot and rock-hard as if its owner hadn’t had an earth-shattering orgasm bare minutes ago.
Mydei breaks away from Phainon’s mouth to laugh hard and loud in joyous amusement.
“ Damn, you’re a greedy one, Deliverer. You still haven’t had enough, have you?”
Phainon is heaving, his blue irises strikingly intense, almost as if they could glow in the dark like embers.
“Absolutely not,” he breathes coarsely.
Phainon sinks his head into the crook of Mydei’s neck, heatedly sucking with his lips, grazing the skin with his teeth and lapping the salty sweat with his tongue. Between the groans and sighs brought forth by Phainon’s ravaging hunger, a new burst of laughter rises from Mydei’s throat as he feels Phainon palms reaching for his ass, fingers creeping towards his hole, his intentions brazenly clear.
“You want to go again right here? I thought you were still worried about getting caught.” Mydei chuckles, tilting his head to give Phainon better access to his neck.
“Not anymore.”
Mydei almost gasps as Phainon suddenly tears his mouth away from his skin and grabs one of his forearms. Pulling Mydei’s arm behind and around his neck, Phainon shifts Mydei’s full weight onto his back in an instant, standing up to his full height with perfect ease.
“But guess what… We’re going to take another bath first.”