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It was just another day for Mydei. He’s playing with some kids around the area, letting himself get beaten up by them for whatever skit they’re trying to do this time. Suddenly, he receives multiple text messages from Caelus.
“HELP MYDEI HELP”
“HELPPPPPPP”
“MYDEIIIII”
“PLZZZZZZ”
What’s going on?
“PAIMON”
“*PHAINON”
“EMERGENCY”
Mydei narrows his eyes. He doesn’t remember receiving any instructions from Aglaea to fight today, so Phainon wouldn’t be doing anything as well, right? Unless there was a special mission just for him?
“PLEASE GO TO HIS ROOM”
“CHECK UP ON HIM”
If the trailblazer was this distraught, something serious must have happened. Mydei nicely tells the kids currently pulling at his hair that he has to leave, and then he walks with haste towards Phainon’s room.
I’m on my way.
He reaches the door, standing a distance away. Hesitantly, he calls out, “Deliverer. It’s me.”
He hears a yelp and a light thud, like someone had just fallen down.
“Deliverer!” He immediately steps forward.
“Stop right there!”
Mydei stills. After a moment of silence, he asks, “What is going on?”
Phainon laughs nervously from the other side of the door. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
Mydei’s eye twitches. “The trailblazer told me you had an emergency. That isn’t nothing to worry about. What happened?”
He hears a long sigh from the other side. Then, Phainon speaks again, voice reassuring. “It’s not an emergency. I’m fine.”
Mydei isn’t so foolish as to believe such a lie. There’s a telltale quiver in his voice that he subconsciously does when there’s something he’s trying to hide.
“I’m coming in.”
“No!”
Mydei stills once more.
Phainon answers again, softly this time. He pleads nervously, “Mydei, could you, um, please, just stay where you are and not come inside?”
This again. He’s not going to listen to his whining any longer. “Why?” He asks, already stepping in front of the door. The door, sensing his presence, unlocks itself.
Mydei expected Phainon to be crouched on the floor, with cuts and bruises so serious he would need to carry him over to Hyacine for treatment. But instead, he sees him standing awkwardly in his room, body turned in shock to face him. What surprised him the most was the sight of what Phainon is wearing.
A tight, glossy black satin. Strapless, hugging his broad chest, cinching tightly at the waist. His strong legs are sheathed in sheer tights clearly not meant for someone of his build – they ripped in a few places, small tears blooming at the seams where his thighs strain against the delicate fabric. Down below, he wears sleek, black heels that match the suit all too well. Perched atop his head, two snow-white ears stand at attention. And around his neck, still, is the black choker. A simple band, snug against the sun tattoo on his neck. While it had been part of his usual attire, it looks oddly at home, like it was meant for this.
…
A bunny suit.
He’s wearing a bunny suit.
Mydei’s throat runs dry. The silence between them stretches for a while.
Phainon opens his mouth, closes it, then clears his throat. “It’s not what it looks like.”
If not this, Mydei does not exactly know what it’s supposed to look like.
Phainon hastily turns his back to him, trying to hide whatever he has going on in front. Unfortunately, that just gives Mydei the full view of his back that offers no less of a spectacle. The suit is not fully zipped, exposing more of the smooth line of his back. The worst part, though, is below.
The cut of the bunny suit is high, leaving the lower curves of his ass peeking out beneath the fabric. Right in the centre sits an absurdly fluffy, white bunny tail. And the heels. The polished, black stilettos add a few inches to his height. They arch his feet and tighten his calves, making his already powerful legs look even more defined. The way they tilt his hips slightly forward only makes the view from behind more—
Mydei closes his eyes.
“… What the *Kremnoan profanity* are you wearing?” Mydei asks through gritted teeth.
Phainon sighs. “I told you not to come inside…”
Mydei does not say anything else. Phainon sighs again, resigned to his fate.
Phainon explains how he got into this predicament. Earlier, he met Caelus somewhere for lunch, and then this random guy suddenly came up to them to ask for help. That guy gave them a mysterious box and a photostone, asking one of them to try the clothes on and take photos. He looked so pitiful and begged so much that they had no choice but to accept the strange request.
After the guy had left, they opened the box. In shock, they stared at it for a while, before Caelus bravely picked up the suit and held it out for them to see the full outfit, which was not covering much, apparently.
“… This might be too big for me,” Caelus had said in mock disappointment, but Phainon could tell he was full of glee inside.
“Well, it looks like it might be a little too small for me,” Phainon said as he smiled, but his eyebrows were furrowed in worry. However, he couldn't possibly subject the honoured guest of Okhema to such a thing. So, he agreed to bring it home to wear it and for Caelus to drop by later to take the photos.
That was the original plan, anyway. Instead, a tall, broad, half-shirtless guy stands behind him.
“… What did Caelus tell you?” Phainon asks, still facing away from Mydei.
“… He just texted me saying that you were in an emergency and I needed to check up on you,” Mydei replies. Phainon lets out a light-hearted laugh and shakes his head. He didn’t expect Caelus to be such a schemer.
“I’m sorry about this. I’ll text Caelus to come here, so you can go off and do your own things now,” Phainon says apologetically.
For some reason, he was met with silence. It’s a little unnerving that Mydei isn’t saying anything or walking away.
“… Are you going to leave now, or…?” Phainon asks, finally turning around to face Mydei. Surprisingly, Mydei’s actually staring back. His usual frown is gone, replaced by something unreadable, his gaze intense and unmoving. Phainon shifts uncomfortably under the weight of it. “Mydei…?”
“… So, you’d let the trailblazer see you like this, but not me?” Mydei asks quietly.
Phainon’s brows knit, mouth tightening. “Like I said, Mydei, I’m just honouring the request we accepted.”
“Then,” Mydei says, stepping forward. He wraps his arms around Phainon, fingers brushing along the bare skin, to pull his zipper upward until the suit finally closes across his back. “I’ll just have to take pictures in his place, won’t I?”
Phainon is lying down on his bed, legs folded to the side as he twists his waist the other way to smile back at the photostone behind him. Mydei is hovering slightly over him, silently clicking the shutter button. He removed his gauntlets earlier so that he wouldn’t damage the photostone. Seeing him look so focused and professional, it sends a strange flutter through Phainon’s chest.
Mydei brings the photostone away from him to study the pictures. “Hmm.”
“How are they? Are they good?” Phainon asks as he props himself up with an elbow.
“… You’re such an idiot,” Mydei replies instead of answering his questions, voice sharp with an edge of frustration.
Phainon gasps, genuinely offended. “Excuse me?”
“Are you just going to accept every single request that comes your way? What if he wanted to do something worse to you? Would you have said yes anyway, because everyone else’s wants are more important than your own?”
He can’t believe he’s getting scolded by Mydei while he’s lying on his bed dressed in a ridiculous bunny suit. Actually, he can’t believe he’s in this position in the first place. But he can’t argue back, because Mydei’s right. He can only look away, trying not to feel the weight of Mydei’s disappointment pressing on his chest.
Suddenly, Mydei places a warm hand against the outer part of his thigh. The difference in temperature causes Phainon to flinch.
“… Deliverer. Since this has already happened, we’ll just have to go along with it. But if you keep doing this to yourself, I’m going to have to punish you. Maybe that would remind you to change your mind before you agree to do anything stupid.”
The words send a jolt straight to Phainon’s groin. He squeezes his thighs a little tighter.
“And how exactly are you going to punish me…?” Phainon asks playfully, although a blush slowly starts to form around his cheeks and ears. Mydei’s eyes widen by just a fraction, but then his mouth curls into a smirk.
“Like this.”
Mydei immediately grips the thigh he was resting his hand on. In one swift, controlled motion, Mydei shifts Phainon onto his back, his legs bent and spread, heels slightly askew. The movement knocks the breath out of Phainon, a sharp gasp escaping his lips in surprise. Phainon stares up at Mydei, his white hair fanning out against the pillow in messy strands, the contrast only making his bright, blue eyes seem even wider.
And Mydei—
Mydei is looking at him like he’s starving. His eyes trail slowly down Phainon’s body, lingering at every exposed inch, every curve the suit barely manages to contain. He’s not touching anymore, not yet, but the heat of his gaze is a touch in itself – now grazing over Phainon’s parted legs, his torso, his chest, his flushed face.
Phainon looks absolutely divine like this. Dishevelled and breathless, cheeks flushed, that tight satin suit clinging to every muscle. His pale skin glows under the soft light, framed by the crown of white hair that glints like snow. And those eyes, those clear, blue eyes, are locked on Mydei now, full of uncertainty.
Mydei leans over, pressing against Phainon’s inner thighs as he now holds his legs apart with both hands. Phainon desperately tries to hold back his voice, but a small whimper escapes. Mydei hears it and has the audacity to smile.
“Hold still,” Mydei whispers, his hot breath ghosting Phainon’s lips as he wipes a few strands away from Phainon’s forehead. Phainon’s breath hitches. Is he going to...?
Then Mydei leans back, takes the photostone, and presses the shutter. Phainon just stares back in shock.
Mydei looks back at the photostone, seemingly satisfied. “Good job, Deliverer.”
Curses. The praise sends a shiver down Phainon’s spine, but he’s still mad at Mydei for putting on such a performance. “What are you trying to do here, Mydei?”
“Make you annoyed,” Mydei replies smugly. Then, he puts a hand under one of Phainon’s thighs, lifting it up easily. “Can you hold your leg up here? I’m trying to show your tights and heel in the picture.”
“What in the world,” Phainon mutters, stupefied. He still does as he’s told, although he’s looking away in embarrassment.
Mydei takes a few photos at different angles. Then, he takes a moment to stare at his legs. “Your thighs…”
“What?” Phainon snaps, embarrassed. “Are you done yet?”
Mydei silently slides his hand up and down Phainon’s lifted leg, the motion excruciatingly slow. Phainon lets go, arm falling limply over his chest as he shivers under Mydei’s steady grip. Mydei leans in, eyes narrowed in thought as he studies the fabric wrapped around his thigh. His thumb moves to a patch of exposed skin, brushing gently over it and making Phainon twitch. The heel that was hanging loosely over his toes falls off. “I really want to rip your tights off right now.”
“You can’t,” Phainon whispers weakly. “What will that man say?”
Mydei grips his thigh even tighter at the mention of the random guy.
“That man?” Mydei mutters, venom thick in his voice. “That man is the reason why you’re stuck in this mess. And you’ve already ripped them with these huge thighs of yours. What’s a little more damage?”
Phainon is a little surprised to see such a side to Mydei. Usually, he’s more restrained, composed to the point of seeming cold. But Phainon knew that underneath that tough exterior was a gentle, soft person. His kindness has always showed itself in actions, not words. It was in the way he stood between others and danger without hesitation, in how he noticed the small things and addressed them without ever making a show of it. That’s just how kind he is.
But this. This wasn’t exactly kind. And yet, Phainon strangely doesn’t mind.
After a while, Mydei puts his leg down. It seems like he won’t rip the tights up, after all. Phainon lets out a sigh of relief, thinking that all the trouble is finally over.
And then, Mydei asks, “Can you turn onto your stomach and raise your hips?”
Phainon’s jaw drops. “What did you just tell me to do?”
“I need to show every part of your outfit clearly,” Mydei merely responds. “That includes the tail.”
That makes sense, Phainon gaslights himself. After a moment of hesitation, he turns around, shifting awkwardly in the tight suit, and slowly raises his hips as instructed. This pose is ridiculous and humiliating, and yet the moment he plants his knees wide on either side of the bed and tilts his hips back, he hears Mydei’s breath hitch behind him.
His face burns and he stuffs it into the pillow in embarrassment. Like this, he can’t really breathe, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he should just die like this, ass up and dressed in a bunny suit, and get Mydei arrested for murder.
He feels a large hand grab the back of his head, twisting it away from the pillow so that he has no choice but to look back over his shoulder.
“Breathe,” Mydei says quietly, but he looks like he’s the one who needs the reminder. His chest is barely rising, his jaw is clenched tight, and he looks like he’s holding himself back by the sheer force of his will. Because he has to reach over to grab Phainon’s head, he inevitably leans over Phainon’s body. Phainon can feel something hard rubbing against the curve of his butt. Phainon smiles, despite himself. At least he isn’t the only one affected by this.
“… Hey, Mydei?” Phainon asks, his tone light and teasing. “You okay over there?”
Mydei blinks once, then twice. Then, he lets go of his head, leaning back to take a picture. He sits back, near the bottom edge of the bed, and looks at the photos in silence.
They both don’t say anything for a while.
Phainon’s back is starting to ache. “Um… do you still need me like this?”
Mydei doesn’t even look back at him. “No, you can get up now."
Phainon turns around to sit up. Mydei is hunched over the photostone, deep in thought.
“Hey, Mydei,” Phainon calls out, crawling over to pat Mydei on his shoulder. “Thanks for helping me out when you didn’t have to.”
As Phainon leans in, Mydei’s eyes accidentally drop to his chest, noticeably squeezed together by the corset. He immediately looks away, flustered. “I didn’t help much. And I was trying to annoy you, if you couldn’t tell.”
Phainon definitely couldn’t. He totally forgot about that, in fact. He thought Mydei was trying to flirt with him in a sensual way.
“Ah… Well, I’m not annoyed,” Phainon decides to say instead. “You’ve got to try harder than that.”
Damn. What on Amphoreus was he trying to say with that line. Before he could laugh it off as a dumb joke, Mydei gets up into his space. Like this, Phainon can see the obvious tent in his pants. “And just how hard do you want me to try?”
Maybe Phainon’s sleep-deprived, or this whole situation feels like such a fever dream that he just doesn’t care anymore. He gets off the bed, pulls Mydei to the edge of it, and settles in between his legs. Resting his hands on Mydei’s thighs, he noses the bulge through the fabric. “Maybe you could use me to help you with this?”
Mydei’s eyes widen for real this time, as if he’s just been hit by the reality of the situation. Suddenly, all the pressure and intensity fade, and Mydei looks more like himself, though there’s a trace of guilt in his eyes. “Sorry, I…”
Phainon huffs. “What are you apologising for? It’s normal. You’re pent up, I’m pent up, why don’t we help each other out?” He says, before he hastily adds, “As brothers, of course!”
Mydei gives him a disgusted look. “Do not ever say that again.”
“I’m just trying to remove the homosexual undertones of this situation, in case you were uncomfortable with that,” Phainon explains.
Mydei shakes his head at that. “I’m not uncomfortable.”
“Oh,” Phainon responds eloquently. Then, he pulls all of Mydei’s clothes off and picks his dick up.
It’s large and heavy in his hand, beautiful just like its owner. Phainon salivates at the sight. He’s seen it before, at the baths when Mydei wasn’t looking, but never this closely. Mydei coughs awkwardly, putting his hands back on the bed. “Are you just going to stare at it?”
Hmm, Phainon thinks. He’s never actually sucked a dick before. The most he’s ever done was suck on his orange-coloured dildo while fantasising that it was Mydei’s dick. Now that he has the real thing in front of him, he realises that his dildo can’t even hold a candle to it. Well, looks like there’s no stopping now.
He holds his cock in both hands, leaning in to give a tentative lick on its head. Somehow, Mydei groans at that, grabbing tightly to the bed. Encouraged by this, Phainon starts to lick with more confidence, dragging his tongue from the bottom to the top of Mydei’s hard length. Then, he looks straight into Mydei’s warm, golden eyes, before wrapping around the head with his lips, swirling his tongue in circles around it.
“Deliverer!” Mydei yells, gripping the bed so forcefully Phainon faintly wonders if it’ll break. He’s only just started, and Mydei’s already such a mess. It sends a shiver down Phainon’s spine, and he moans loudly around Mydei’s cock, the vibrations of it affecting Mydei even more.
Phainon relaxes his throat, bobbing his head up and down as he sucks gently, his saliva mixing with Mydei’s pre-cum and dripping messily down Mydei’s shaft as Phainon’s bunny ears bounce along with him. At the same time, he keeps his hands busy, stroking Mydei’s balls and sliding his hands up and down the rest of Mydei’s length, wallowing in all the beautiful sounds Mydei’s making. He tries to take him lower and lower, almost reaching all the way to the back of his throat.
At some point, Phainon swears he can hear his bed split a little with how hard Mydei is trying to hold himself back, eyes tightly shut and jaw clenched. He lets go of Mydei’s cock with a loud pop, before slapping it on his cheek. Mydei cracks his eyes open at the sudden changes in warmth and pressure.
“Mydei,” Phainon says, voice rough. “You can hold onto my head. Just use me however you want. And please, call me Phainon. It’s a little weird to hear you shout ‘Deliverer’ all the time when I’m sucking you off.”
Mydei looks unsure, so unlike his usual composed self. “What if I…”
“I can take a lot more, you know,” Phainon laughs. “You should know this. We’ve fought each other before.”
“Not like this,” Mydei grumbles, but he slowly unclenches his hands from the bed, moving them over to Phainon’s fluffy hair. The touch is surprisingly gentle, a huge difference from the forceful grip he used on the bed. “Ph… Phainon.”
Phainon feels the strange flutter in his chest again, hearing his name roll so tenderly off Mydei’s tongue. “What is it?”
“… Do you want this? Or are you doing this because of me?”
Phainon’s heart stutters in his chest. He knows the answer. He wants this. He’s wanted this for a long time, but somehow, hearing Mydei’s concern makes it feel a little more complicated. He puts Mydei’s dick away to look at him properly.
“I do… I do want this,” Phainon says quietly. “I’ve always wanted this.”
Mydei’s gaze flickers, doubt still clouding his features. “But you’ve always—” He cuts himself off, frustration mingling in the sharpness of his voice. He tries going for a softer tone this time. “Phainon, you always put others first. Not only for that stupid, random guy. You let me do whatever I wanted to you, and you never complained.”
“Huh? Since when?” Phainon asks, genuinely confused. Mydei sighs in exasperation.
“The whole time just now? When I was taking your pictures?”
“Oh,” Phainon says. “Um… I didn’t realise.”
“HKS,” Mydei grumbles. “See? You don’t even know when you’re being taken advantage of. I literally put you in all sorts of compromising positions and you just… let them happen.”
“That’s—that’s because…” Phainon stutters, flustered. “That’s because… it’s you.”
“Huh?”
“I let you do that because it’s you,” Phainon repeats, braver this time. Then, seemingly resolved for some reason, he stands up, pulling at Mydei’s hand. Mydei lets himself get dragged along, naked and dick standing tall, watching the fluffy tail bounce behind Phainon as he walks barefoot to a drawer. Phainon opens the drawer, revealing the legendary orange phallic structure and a half-empty bottle of oil.
“… What,” is the only thing Mydei can think of uttering.
“It’s my dildo,” Phainon explains, as if Mydei couldn’t see it with his own eyes. “I use it when I’m thinking about things.”
“Um…” Mydei says. “Like what?”
“Like… how you groan and grunt when we’re competing in the hot baths, or how you pin me against the wall after a match, or how you carry me and throw me onto the ground, or how you tear through the enemies with your bare fists,” Phainon lists out, “or gauntlets, I guess. Among other things.”
Mydei’s mouth goes dry, imagining Phainon alone in his room, moaning unabashedly as he drags this… thing… in and out of his tight hole, all while thinking about Mydei.
… Thinking about Mydei?
“You think about me?”
“Of course?” Phainon says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Somehow, that sends a wave of heat through Mydei, knowing that Phainon wants him just as badly as he wants Phainon. He exhales shakily, leaning his head on Phainon’s shoulder and gripping his hips tightly, as if trying to ground himself.
“… Sorry. About earlier. I was… angry that you talked about the trailblazer and that random guy when you were here with me, so I… got a little mean,” Mydei says. He can’t see Phainon’s face, but he can tell that he’s smiling.
“So, you’re saying you were jealous?” Phainon laughs. “There’s no harm in admitting that, you know. I’m actually quite flattered.”
“Whatever,” Mydei grunts, letting go of Phainon. “So… you really want me?”
“Yes,” Phainon answers, his voice thick with desire. “I want you.”
Then, he immediately grabs Mydei by his shoulders, shoves him against the wall, and drops down to his knees. While Mydei’s disoriented by the sudden force, Phainon looks up at him, eyes fierce and filled with intent. He grabs Mydei’s hands to wrap them around his head before holding Mydei’s cock in place. Then, he takes him in his mouth in one go.
Mydei’s mind instantly turns blank. The only things he can focus on are the tight heat engulfing his length and the vividness of Phainon’s bright, blue eyes, piercing through the haze of his mind. As Phainon bobs his head up and down, he frantically taps on Mydei’s hip to signal to him to do something.
Mydei finally gets his act together, gripping Phainon’s head tightly as he snaps his hips forward into Phainon’s warm, pliant mouth. Once he starts, he can’t stop, each movement becoming more agitated. He drives into Phainon, the rhythm never wavering, pressure building with every thrust.
Phainon just kneels there, taking it as tears well up in his eyes. It feels like it’s all the way down to the back of his throat. Wet, slick sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air, punctuated by the harshness of Mydei’s breathing and Phainon’s muffled moans. Finally, Phainon can feel the twitch and pulse of Mydei’s cock in his mouth, low, guttural groans that escape Mydei’s throat telling Phainon that Mydei’s almost there.
“Pha—Phainon,” Mydei moans, trying to push him away now. “Stop—I’m going to—!”
Phainon doesn’t budge. He wraps his lips tighter around Mydei, taking him deeper, and sucks even harder.
“Fuck!” Mydei yells, shooting spurts of come down Phainon’s throat. Somehow, Phainon manages to swallow everything. He finally lets go of Mydei’s cock, coughing a bit. Mydei slumps to the floor, a little dazed.
“… Are you okay?” Mydei asks after catching his breath, glancing at Phainon’s mouth and then his knees, which must have been bruised by now. Phainon laughs at him in response.
“Are you okay?” Phainon asks back. “… Still up for round two?”
Mydei grunts. “Of course I am.”
Phainon smiles. “So, do you want to do it on the floor, or should we go back to the bed?”
Mydei looks down at his knees again. “Let’s go to your bed.”
Phainon stands up, brushing down his legs, before giving Mydei a hand. Then, they take the bottle of oil and head back to the bed.
There, Mydei and Phainon sit on the bed, the both of them still catching their breath after everything that had just unfolded.
“… Deliverer,” Mydei starts after a moment of silence.
“Yes? What is it?” Phainon answers.
“Can you,” Mydei says, “Can you tell me what you want me to do with you?”
Phainon’s heart beats a little faster at Mydei’s words. “What I want…?”
“Yeah,” Mydei presses, his gaze locking onto Phainon. He waits patiently for him to answer.
A lot of fantasies flash past Phainon’s mind, the ones he never thought he’d actually speak aloud – scenes of longing and desire, things he’s dreamed about in the quiet of the night but never dared to voice. His breath catches slightly as those thoughts rush in: the desire to be wanted, to be broken apart and pieced back together, in a way that feels like both destruction and salvation.
“I… I want…” Phainon begins, but his voice falters. For some reason, it’s a little hard to say it out loud.
Mydei looks at him, eyes soft with tenderness. Slowly, he takes Phainon’s hands in his own, holding them gently.
“Tell me,” Mydei tries again, leaning in just enough for Phainon to feel the heat of his breath. “What do you want from me, Phainon?”
The way he says it, so patient yet so full of intent, sends a ripple of warmth through Phainon’s chest. Finally, he speaks, voice trembling with need and a hint of fear.
“… I want you to be rough with me,” Phainon confesses, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “Make me forget about everything else. Take me apart and put me back together again.”
Mydei’s lips curl into a slow, almost imperceptible smile. “Then I’ll give it to you,” Mydei says, his voice low, with a promise behind it. “Everything you need.”
Phainon is shifted onto his stomach, elbows holding himself up and hips raised in quiet offering. The air between them hums with anticipation. Mydei swallows, throat dry, as he moves closer to Phainon. His hands hover for a moment before he finally places them on the smooth, warm curve of Phainon’s ass.
As he continues to roam and squeeze gently, a sudden realisation hits him – that beneath the suit, Phainon isn’t wearing anything at all.
“You…” Mydei stutters, brain malfunctioning. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”
“I’m not,” Phainon laughs. “It’ll peek out from under the suit if I did.”
Mydei suddenly grips harder, nails digging crescents into Phainon’s skin.
“What the—?” Phainon yelps, looking back at Mydei in confusion. Mydei’s gaze hardens as he leans closer.
“You were going to let Caelus see you like this?” Mydei asks, his voice low and dripping with something possessive. It causes a strange thrill to run through Phainon, and he tries to hold back his laughter before he accidentally angers Mydei even more.
“It’s not like that…” Phainon starts weakly. “I wouldn’t let him touch me the way I let you…”
The quiet admission hangs in the air, and Mydei slowly loosens his grip. He leans over to press a gentle kiss on Phainon’s back before he slides his hands up and down his sides in a silent apology. Phainon’s body relaxes under his touch, the tension bleeding away.
“I don’t want anyone else,” Phainon says, amused. “I’m yours. I thought we’d already established that?”
“Whatever,” Mydei scoffs, though a smile hides behind the word.
Phainon laughs, turning slightly to try to meet Mydei’s gaze.
“I’m not going anywhere, Mydei,” he teases. “You can stop worrying about it.”
Mydei looks at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable at first, but then it softens, and he nods.
“I know,” Mydei says quietly. “But I still don’t want anyone to see you like this. You’re… you’re mine, Phainon.”
Phainon feels the heat of Mydei’s gaze, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to just them. His heart beats faster, not from fear, but from the warmth of something special between them. He lets out a small breath, and then he smiles.
“Then prove it, Mydei,” Phainon says, his voice low as he stares back at Mydei with the same intensity in his piercing blue eyes.
Mydei sucks in a breath, then he reaches for the bottle of oil. The sound of the cap twisting open fills the room, followed by the soft, slick pour of the oil onto his fingers. Phainon holds his breath, the anticipation building in his chest. He feels the heat pool in his lower stomach, and without thinking, he raises his hips just a little higher, offering more of himself to Mydei.
Then, Mydei drags his oil-slicked fingers down, the sensation adding a layer of heat as he carefully works his way between the tight gap of the suit and Phainon’s bare skin. His other hand moves to the edge of the suit, tugging at it to pry it to the other side to expose more of Phainon’s skin beneath. The coolness of the oil and the air around them contrast sharply with the warmth on Phainon’s body, sending a shiver through him.
Phainon’s skin tingles where Mydei’s fingers brush against him. As Mydei’s fingers reach closer to his entrance, Phainon’s breath hitches, his muscles tightening in anticipation. Finally, Mydei manages to slip two fingers into Phainon’s welcoming heat, the sudden stretch causing Phainon’s back to arch and his fingers to dig into the sheets with a choked moan.
“Is this too much?” Mydei whispers, slowly pushing his fingers further in.
“N-no, it’s fine,” Phainon gasps, trying to relax his body to take in more of Mydei’s fingers. “I’ve taken bigger.”
Mydei’s fingers suddenly curl, jabbing into that special spot that shoots an intense jolt of pleasure through Phainon. He gasps again, breath catching in his throat.
“Can you…” Mydei mutters in irritation. “Can you stop talking like that?”
Phainon’s mushy brain takes a while to process his words. “… Like what?”
“You sound like… you’re talking about other men, when I’m here with you,” Mydei says, punctuating the last few words with a few more jabs to his prostate. Phainon can’t help but whimper at the onslaught of pleasure, his body twitching and trembling as he tries to hold himself up.
“What—fuck, Mydei,” Phainon says, laughing breathlessly. “I didn’t expect you to be such the jealous type.”
“I am,” Mydei admits, “I’ve just been holding back all this time.”
Phainon stills at Mydei’s unexpected confession. Slowly, he turns to look at him. “Maybe you’re the one who needs to talk about his wants more often. Anyway, I was just talking about my dildo, you know.”
“Urgh,” Mydei groans. “… I know.”
“… Wait, so you’re actually jealous of my dildo? Oh, Titans!” Phainon laughs loudly now, unintentionally clenching hard on Mydei’s fingers. “Mydei, you’re absolutely hilarious.”
Mydei grunts. He’s had enough of this guy. “Hey, Deliverer.”
Phainon blinks, his laughter dying down as the tension shifts. “Yes?”
Mydei’s voice drops lower. “You really meant it when you said you wanted me to be rough, right?”
“Um,” Phainon stutters, suddenly embarrassed about saying all that earlier. “Y-yes. Why—”
Mydei rips the bottom of the suit off with a sharp tug, exposing more of Phainon’s skin. The action is so sudden, so forceful, that Phainon can only stare back with wide eyes. Mydei immediately pulls his hand back slightly to shove the third finger in, uncaring for the way that Phainon tenses and chokes on his moans. When Phainon tries to wriggle away on impulse, Mydei grabs onto his hip and pulls him back onto his fingers, all the way to his knuckles.
“M—Mydei!” Phainon cries out, grasping at the sheets as he gasps desperately for air. “You—”
Mydei doesn’t say anything. He just pistons his fingers in and out, curling them in just the right spot that makes Phainon see stars. Phainon sobs, tears welling up and falling freely from his face as saliva drips from his lips, spilling out with every sound he makes. He starts to chase after the feeling, grinding back against Mydei’s fingers in desperation. His movements are messy, instinctive, driven by the need coiling tight inside him.
He reaches down, trembling fingers skimming his own skin in search of relief.
Mydei notices. In a flash, he jams his fingers in even harder, cutting off Phainon’s attempt at touching himself. The sudden jolt knocks the air from Phainon’s lungs, and he gasps, balance faltering. His body gives out beneath the pressure, and he collapses face-first onto the tear-stained pillow with a muffled sob.
Then, Mydei takes out his fingers, pours more oil over them, and stuffs four of them into Phainon’s tight heat. A raw cry tears from Phainon’s throat as he claws at the sheets, fingers curling so tightly that the fabric tears beneath his grip.
“M—Myd—ei—!” Phainon gasps, voice cracking as he buries his face deeper into the pillow. He doesn’t know if he’s pleading or calling or just falling apart, but Mydei hears it loud and clear.
“Is this all you can take?” Mydei asks harshly, his other hand grabbing his hip so tightly that it bruises. “Huh, Deliverer?”
Phainon cries even louder at that. “N—no, I can take—I can take more!”
Mydei briefly considers putting his whole fist inside, imagining the bulge it’ll make in Phainon’s abdomen. But then a sharp pulse of urgency runs through him, cutting the thought short. He doesn’t think he can wait any longer. Slowly, he draws his fingers back, watching the way Phainon’s hole tries to cling onto them, reluctant to let go. And then, finally, it flutters, trembling open, as if aching for more.
Phainon whines at the loss, getting up and shifting his hips back in a desperate attempt to follow the retreating touch. But Mydei’s other hand is already there, firm against the small of his back, holding him in place. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting something better.”
He dumps the entire bottle of oil over his cock, stroking it a few times to coat it properly, and then he grabs Phainon by the hips. “Get ready, Deliverer.”
He pushes all the way in one smooth slide, and Phainon’s mind blanks. The feeling of Mydei’s hot, thick length inside him makes every part of his body tense in shock – so deep, so perfectly filling, pressing against his walls in all the right places. It sparks a wave of heat that shoots straight to his core. It’s overwhelming, just too much.
Before he even realises it, his body responds. Suddenly, he’s crying out, his body clenching as his mind spins. A long, drawn-out moan escapes his lips as his release hits him, the spurts of heat coating the sheets below. He doesn’t have the strength to hold himself up anymore, almost collapsing onto the bed as his arms give out.
Without hesitation, Mydei’s strong grip on him pulls him back up, forcing him to meet each unforgiving thrust. The feeling of oversensitivity builds in waves, crashing over him each time Mydei enters him again. His skin burns, every touch sending a jolt through his veins.
“My—dei—I just—” Phainon’s mind is too jumbled up to form proper sentences, every single thought shattered with each thrust that Mydei drives into him without stopping. “Ah, uhn, Mydei—"
“Don’t think about anything else,” Mydei groans out, gripping Phainon’s hips hard as he snaps his own hips forward. “Just focus on me.”
He doesn’t even have the capacity to think about anything else but Mydei. He chants his name like a prayer, as if it’s the only word he knows, body spasming and hole clenching as he takes, and takes, and takes whatever Mydei gives him.
Suddenly, Mydei leans in, his chest almost flush against Phainon’s back, a hand reaching for his neck. Mydei’s fingers close around the choker as he slams into Phainon, and he pulls.
The leather digs into Phainon’s throat from the front, cutting off his breath as his head is forcefully tilted back. The crushing tightness blurs his vision. He tries to inhale, but all he gets are shallow, desperate gulps of air.
His bunny ears, which had been bouncing with every punishing thrust, finally slip off, tumbling onto the bed before dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Phainon’s mind lurches, the sensation of something falling registering in the back of his mind before his brain can fully process it. The sudden emptiness above his head makes him panic, and his hands move instinctively in a desperate attempt to reach for whatever is gone.
But Mydei doesn’t let him. He pulls sharply on Phainon’s choker again, yanking his head back, and slams him against the wall behind the headboard. Before Phainon can process what just happened, Mydei continues, the relentless rhythm of his thrusts never slowing. With this new angle, each thrust upwards reaches deeper into Phainon, pulling broken moans from his lips as his eyes roll back, lost to the flood of sensations. He claws at the wall as if trying to escape, but there’s nowhere else to go, Mydei’s grip on him unyielding.
Mydei’s pace grows faster, harder, more desperate. Phainon’s mind is a haze, his senses overloaded, but a sharp flicker of awareness cuts through the fog. He can feel Mydei’s body tighten behind him, the tension building as his movements become erratic.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, Mydei’s body tenses, and Phainon feels the unmistakable heat of his release flooding into him. It fills him up, and the shock of it sends a tremor through his body. His chest tightens, his vision blurring as the wave of heat rushes over him, building up before breaking in a shuddering release of his own. With a strangled gasp, he shoots his release against the headboard, the force of it nearly overwhelming him.
For a moment, there are only the heavy sounds of their breathing. When Mydei pulls out with a wet squelch, Phainon can feel Mydei’s come slowly dripping down his thighs.
“I’m not done yet.”
Suddenly, Phainon is manhandled, forced to lie down on his back. The world tilts as Mydei shifts him, his hands gripping the underside of Phainon’s thighs to push his legs up and over his shoulders with ease. Phainon’s breath hitches, chest heaving in shallow gasps as his legs shake against Mydei’s frame. He tries to squirm, but Mydei’s grip is unmovable. The way Mydei’s body presses against his, heavy and insistent, makes Phainon feel small – like he’s nothing more than prey trapped in the jaws of a predator.
Mydei folds Phainon in half, Phainon’s hips lifting off the bed as Mydei pushes back into his tight warmth once again with ruthless precision. The aftershocks from the previous releases still ripple through Phainon’s body, but Mydei doesn’t stop. He drives forward mercilessly, the slickness from his earlier release making the glide easier. Each plunge inside Phainon sparks like a jolt of electricity, and the moist slaps of Mydei’s hips meeting his skin ring in his ears, adding a new layer of humiliation. He sobs, raw and broken, the sound tearing out of him without warning.
Mydei tightens his grip on Phainon’s legs and bends him even further. He holds him open as he drives into him, each thrust coming faster, more intense, each one making Phainon’s body quiver more than the last. The sobs only come harder, mixing with the harsh, slick sounds of their bodies colliding.
Mydei’s brow furrows as he watches Phainon beneath him, eyes unfocused, chest rising in short, frantic gasps as each breath catches on a sob. And then, just as Phainon feels like he might break, Mydei’s pace slows. One of his hands slips from Phainon’s leg to brush gently against his flushed cheek, wiping away the tears. Phainon hadn’t even realised that he was crying and heaving that much, too far gone to notice.
“Shh…” Mydei’s voice is soothing, a low murmur that sends a tingle of warmth through Phainon’s chest. “Still with me?”
It takes a while for Phainon to process the words, his breath hitching with each sob and hiccup that leaves his lips. Meanwhile, Mydei’s hand returns to his thigh, tracing slow, steady circles in a silent gesture of comfort. “It’s okay for you to let go. Let go of everything. Forget who they want you to be, forget what the world expects. Right now… you’re just here with me, Phainon.”
Something in those words breaks through the fog. A single thread of clarity.
Right here, in this room, Phainon is no longer the most perfect Chrysos Heir, no longer the revered Deliverer of Okhema. The weight of legacy, duty, and image slips from his shoulders, piece by piece.
There’s only this moment – breathless, stripped bare – where he is simply someone who aches, someone who wants, someone being held.
Mydei watches him closely. When he sees the way Phainon’s body softens beneath his touch, the way the tension that always sits just under his skin begins to loosen, he exhales softly in relief.
Mydei’s grip tightens just slightly, and then, slowly, he begins to move again. His pace resumes, not as brutal as before, but deep and grounded.
“You’re doing so well,” Mydei murmurs, voice low and steady. Phainon moans at the praise, pushing back to meet him, the movement almost instinctive now. He feels the heat build up again, curling in his stomach.
“Mydei—mos—!”
Something shifts inside him, and before he can make sense of it, the pressure breaks. He shudders, spasming around the sensation, but nothing comes out. His body trembles as he whimpers in confusion, but he barely has time to question it before another wave slams into him.
Suddenly, he squirts, abrupt and forceful, the clear fluid pulsing out of him in quick, involuntary bursts. It shocks him – he’s never felt anything like it. His thighs twitch, his breath stutters, and he sobs through the release, powerless against the waves of sensation ripping through him.
The fluid spills out, hot and wet, soaking through the satin of his bunny suit. The slick warmth slides down his skin beneath the fabric, trails gliding over the curve of his stomach where the satin clings, staining it with every drop. The fabric darkens with the wetness, shimmering faintly in the light as it sticks to him. Tears streak down his cheeks as he’s overwhelmed, his cock twitching as more fluid leaks out with every deep thrust of Mydei’s hips.
Mydei freezes for a moment after he realises this, stunned while he watches Phainon’s body jolt helplessly as the clear fluid pulses out in spurts. He hadn’t expected it, and the sight wrecks him – the way Phainon trembles, soaked and sobbing, completely undone beneath him.
It hits Mydei, sudden and unstoppable. A harsh gasp tears from his throat as he sinks deep one final time and stays buried inside. The intense heat fills Phainon up as Mydei groans low in his chest, unable to stop the rush that crashes through him.
The force of everything overwhelms Phainon like a tidal wave, and his breath stutters in a ragged gasp before giving way to a shaky moan. His body trembles uncontrollably as colours begin to dim at the edges of his vision, sounds muffling and fading like they’re drifting away. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his heartbeat pounding wildly in his ears as a heavy fog settles in his mind.
A soft, helpless whimper escapes him just before the world slips away, until all that remains is darkness.
Phainon’s vision is blurry when he stirs, dull aches throbbing in places he shall not name.
It’s a little dark. He expected to be all alone, surrounded by the soft, cool sheets of his bed. Instead, a warmth spreads beneath him, with the steady rise and fall of something under his cheek. Phainon presses his cheek more firmly against it. It’s not the usual coolness of his pillow. This is warm, solid, and even moving.
His heart skips a beat when he realises that it’s the steady rhythm of someone’s breathing.
His head is resting against Mydei’s chest.
He freezes, eyes wide. Suddenly, he’s aware of the arm draped around his back, warm and heavy, holding him close.
“… Phainon? You’re awake?” A sleepy voice calls out, soft and groggy.
“… Yes,” Phainon replies, realising how used his throat feels.
Mydei shifts beneath him, the motion slow and careful, as if worried about disturbing him.
“… Are you okay?” Mydei asks, guilt heavily lacing his tone. “I… went too far. I’m sorry.”
“Huh?” Phainon mumbles, still a little dazed. Then, the memories hit him all at once. He groans, face burning as he curls in closer against Mydei’s chest. He can’t believe he said and did all of that. Didn’t he… pee at some point? And he even passed out at the end of it. How utterly humiliating.
“What’s wrong?!” Mydei panics, his arm tightening around him.
“No, I…” Phainon sighs, muffled against Mydei’s skin. “You were fine, don’t worry. I liked it a lot. I’m just… completely mortified by how much I totally lost it. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Oh…” Mydei says as he eases a little. He looks like he has something else to say, but he hesitates.
Finally, Phainon looks down and notices that the bunny suit is gone, leaving him naked… and clean. “Mydei, did you clean everything up?”
Mydei clears his throat. “It was the least I could do, after… everything I did. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh,” Phainon blushes. “No, I don’t. Thank you, Mydei.”
Mydei humphs in response. They stay silent for a while as Phainon feels the heart beating steadily in Mydei’s chest. Finally, Mydei breaks the silence.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You did nothing wrong.”
“Huh?” Phainon replies. He’s been huh-ing a lot recently.
“I’m… glad. That you trust me this much,” Mydei says, looking uncharacteristically shy. Then, in a low, steady voice, he adds, “It’s not easy… trusting someone like that. I’m grateful that you do.”
Oh. Phainon flushes all over again. “That’s, um. Really kind of you to say. Thank you.”
It must be because they just did it earlier that the atmosphere’s becoming a little mushy. The silence from before settles over them again, a little more awkward this time. It’s been a while since they’ve had the time to just relax like this, and Phainon realises that he should make the most out of it.
Phainon looks up to stare at Mydei’s face, squinting a little under the dim lighting. Mydei meets his eyes with a questioning look, but he says nothing.
“I’m really grateful to you too, you know,” Phainon says softly. “For taking care of me. And… before all this, you came rushing here when you thought I was in trouble, didn’t you?”
“Hmph. Don’t kid yourself. I just happened to be nearby,” Mydei says, but he’s looking away from him. Phainon laughs and pokes his chest, causing him to whip his head back, flustered.
Although Phainon’s body aches, he somehow feels lighter than he has in months.
“Wow, Mydei,” Phainon says in amazement. “I’m feeling so refreshed, I could run out and slay some enemies right now.”
Mydei doesn’t seem to believe that. “Try walking right now and see where that takes you.”
Phainon tries to get up. On second thought, he doesn’t think he can move. He sighs, sinking further into Mydei. Then, he remembers something else.
“What am I going to do with the bunny suit and the pictures…?”
Mydei grunts. “I’m keeping the photostone.”
“Huh? Why?”
Mydei’s eyes narrow at him. “I’m not letting that man see your photos. Ask him to find someone else to take pictures of.”
Phainon laughs. “Then… Maybe I should text Caelus and tell him that I accidentally ripped the suit while trying to put it on…”
Mydei seems to at least be agreeable to that. “Maybe you can do that later.”
He’s right, because a wave of sleepiness suddenly sweeps over Phainon. He wraps an arm and a leg around Mydei, pulling him close like he’s a bolster.
“You’re so nice and warm… Can I just sleep here for a little longer?”
Mydei tenses briefly, then slowly relaxes, hesitating before lifting his free hand to gently brush through Phainon’s hair. “Sure.”
“Thank you, Mydei,” he murmurs as he closes his eyes.
“Hmm,” Mydei replies softly.