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Anaxagoras was, to summarize his person in a few quick words, an alchemy prodigy. From the moment he was able to walk and talk, he spoke of patterns and colors of the wind that many seemed oblivious to. He saw the inefficiencies in existing magical tools, and gaps that could seriously improve people’s day to day lives. From a young age, he had invented gadgets and published papers on alchemical spells--he made a name for himself as the most sought-after inventor of the modern era. And though he spent the vast majority of his time tinkering in his research lab or drafting lesson plans for his lectures at the local university, a certain samoyed puppy wiggled into his life and decided to never leave Anaxa alone.
Unfortunately, this “puppy” was none other than Phainon, the most popular and in-demand model of Okhema. He was tall and broad-shouldered, always carrying an air of friendliness and familiarity even as cameras hounded him and demanded for his attention. With a single wink of his soft baby-blue eyes and gentle upturn of his lips, he could bring utter devastation upon his fans.
However, dating a model proved to be challenging in many unexpected ways. For example, Anaxa never expected his own life to be blasted on social media for strangers and gawkers to judge and tear into him. His merit was put under a microscope, for daring to lay hands on the public’s adonis. Though he didn’t care for other people’s opinions, it was nevertheless a disturbance in his otherwise peaceful life.
Another disturbance and unexpected challenge: Phainon would have frequent, consistent calls for photoshoots at foreign locations, hence leaving Anaxa by himself for days or weeks at a time. Though Anaxa always tried his best to accompany Phainon, it wasn’t like he could abandon his work or move his research lab. And such was Anaxa’s current predicament! Phainon had left him for a week-long photoshoot, and Anaxa was missing him already: His warm embrace, his loving kisses, his slight possessiveness in the way Phainon always wrapped an arm around him, and also his girthy dick and the brutal way it rearranged his guts on a nightly basis.
The brilliant inventor had a solution for this very conundrum, finally.
Adorned in his silk robe hung loosely on his slender frame, he leaned back against the soft feathery pillows on their shared bed and opened his laptop, setting it a little bit further from him. He waited patiently for Phainon to video call him, something he had promised to do once he was done with the day’s work and about to turn in for the night. His own thighs squeezed together, languidly rubbing against one another in anticipation.
The call soon came, and the devastatingly handsome face of Phainon was on his screen. “Hello, my love!” Phainon chirped. He was shirtless and laid on a hotel bed with questionable posture.
“Phainon,” Anaxa greeted. “How was work?”
“The usual, nothing crazy, thankfully.” That meant a long and tiring day until eye-blinding lights and however much chemicals caked onto his body. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
A gentle silence fell over the two who simply basked in each other’s presence.
“By the way,” Phainon broke the tranquility. “Why are you sitting so far away? I want to see my professor!”
Anaxa cleared his throat, a rush of heat spreading across his face. Lithe fingertips brushed against the loosely tied sash at his waist, and with a tug, it came free. With calculated movement, Anaxa shrugged the silk robe from his shoulders, revealing milky white skin beneath. As the robe slipped from his slender frame, he watched as Phainon’s expression morphed from that of confusion to something more bestial.
He placed a hand over his lower abdomen and caressed the skin, where he had carved a spell: A womb crest, dark against his flawless flesh. The sultry show had Phainon hiding his face, a deep red blush spreading
“Do you have it?” Anaxa asked, rubbing the crest.
“T-the--”
“The fleshlight.”
“... Yes,” Phainon wheezed. He leaned to one side, before sitting up properly while holding a sex toy. To the layman, it might look like a regular fleshlight, a poor imitation of a woman’s genitals. However, this was the very fleshlight that Anaxa had carved the second half of a spell, one which linked his cunt to this toy.
Almost shyly, Anaxa spread his legs, a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of the camera having a clear view of his private parts. He brushed deft fingers across the womb tattoo once more, and activated the spell--the crest glowing purple-pink on his skin.
“Watch,” he breathed.
He spread his legs wider, running a hand up his inner thigh before settling two fingers on his pussy. Slowly, he rolled a little nub that peaked through its hood, before he dipped a finger into his wet heat. A moan escaped through his lips as he pushed his finger deeper, the prep he had done earlier helping the smooth slide. He added a second digit and rubbed the pulsing walls, slick coating his fingers.
“Professor, what is this?” Phainon inhaled sharply.
Anaxa looked up to see Phainon staring, flabbergasted, at the fleshlight. He couldn’t help but giggle. “My newest invention,” he explained. “What do you think?”
His body trembled slightly as he slid his fingers in and out, his breath hitching as the sound of distinctive squelching filled the room. The wetness of his arousal smeared across his cunt lips and dribbled down his shaking thighs. Phainon could surely see how the hole of the fleshlight expanded according to Anaxa’s movements--he didn’t have to spell it out for the puppy to understand.
Anaxa gasped as he suddenly felt his folds pinched. He looked towards the laptop screen to see Phainon was staring intently at him with savage hunger in his eyes. Without looking away from Anaxa, he flattened his tongue against the toy in his hands, and dragged it across the slit to the artificial clit. Anaxa threw his head back, sinking further into the pillows and whorishly moaned. Phainon’s deft tongue played with the clit, rolling it and grazing his teeth on the little nub. Anaxa whimpered as the bullying continued, his hips bucking against nothing.
When a tongue entered him, fucking in and out of his hole, Anaxa cried. “I can--I can feel everything.”
Anaxa felt a pressure building, his body writhing at the intrusion. He clutched at his cunt, legs tightening and closing slightly at the assault of sensations. He felt the tongue suddenly leave his hole, and he whined--
“Hold your legs open,” Phainon’s breath was hot against his cunt. Anaxa weakly nodded. He moved slowly to hook his arms under his knees and forced his limbs apart, cunt on full display. In this position, he felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
He watched, with bated breaths, as Phainon freed his cock from the confines of his shorts. It sat, raging hard, his own pussy drooling. He watched as Phainon lined up his cock to the slit of the fleshlight and pushed against its soft lips. The same pressure Anaxa felt, a wave of pleasure washing over him as something hot and hard breached him. A long, high-pitched moan escaped through his lips while more and more of the cock was fed into him and forced his sticky walls apart.
“Hnng,” Phainon groaned. “You are so tight, so hot.”
Both of them moaned, and Anaxa whimpered, when Phainon bottomed out inside the fleshlight. Anaxa refocused his vision, glancing at his video feed at the corner of the video call. And oh dear , he looked like a whore: His cunt was gaping wide, pulsating around nothing. The plump lips were stretched thin and taut, glistening with slick, and his engorged clit looked like it was begging to be bullied.
“It’s almost like I’m inside you.” Phainon pulled at the fleshlight, just a little bit, before fucking back in.
“Aaaahh,” Anaxa drawled. He let go of his legs, the limbs flopping uselessly to the bed. He reached down to the womb crest, and pressed down on the small bulge poking against his skin. He heard Phainon grunt, low and guttural. “You… you are inside of me.”
He felt Phainon pull the onahole, the slow slide making Anaxa shiver, until he could only feel his lips kissing the tip. Before he could complain about the emptiness, Phainon brought down the fleshlight in one harsh thrust, filling him completely. Anaxa gasped, eyes rolling back as Phainon started plunging into the fleshlight with an animalistic fervor. His body jolted with each brutal stroke, his moans increasing in pitch. His pussy was being churned into cream, his guts completely rearranged, his--
“So good…” Phainon’s ragged breaths echoed from the laptop. “You feel so good..!”
Something about this scene was utterly obscene: The thought of a brilliant inventor, an insatiable slut, used his talents to figure out how to get fucked by his lover, as if he couldn’t keep his legs closed for a mere week. Anaxa tensed at a brutal thrust, the tip poking against his cervix, and his body taut with pleasure, an intense orgasm ripped through him. A gush of fluid squirted from his cunt to stain the sheets below. But Phainon--he kept pounding into his pussy, fucking him through his orgasm, before finally thrusting deep and filling Anaxa completely.
Anaxa panted, feeling the warm splash of cum painting his inner walls. With effort, he looked down on himself, legs still splayed wide. He could feel the distinct swell of his womb filling with scorching hot cum and the overflow of the ejaculate dribbling from an overfilled pussy. But looking down, all he could see was a pool of his own slick and the evidence of a violent orgasm.
He laid back against his pillows, rubbing his womb tattoo. “Once you’re done humping that thing,” Anaxa breathed, satisfied in the afterglow of sex. The weight of Phainon’s dick in him, and the way he was filled to the brim--it felt so good. “I will deactivate this spell.”
“Wait,” Phainon panted.
Anaxa whimpered when Phainon pulled his cock free of the fleshlight, his body still sensitive from the fucking he had just endured. On his laptop screen, he could see globs of semen slip from a stretched onahole, and he couldn’t help but blush. If Phainon was here with him in person, that would have been his pussy filled and oozing with a mixture of cum and slick.
“How long can the tattoo remain active for?” Phainon asked, inserting a finger into the hole. Anaxa shivered at the feeling of Phainon's calloused fingertips poking at his walls.
“Until I--hnng… Until I deactivate it.”
“Are there any dangers if it remains active for, say, 24 hours?” There was a playful tune to his boyfriend’s voice.
“... No.”
“Humor me for a day,” Phainon grinned and held up the dripping onahole. “Leave your womb tattoo active for the next 24 hours. Until our video call tomorrow.”
Anaxa had a guess what Phainon wanted to do, and by the lords, it was kinky and dirty. He closed his legs, cunt twitching at the thought of getting fucked at Phainon’s whim.
“Need I remind you I have a lecture tomorrow?” He pulled his legs to his chest.
“I’m a good boy,” with hooded eyes, Phainon purred. “I know your schedule. I promise to play nice.”
Ugh. He trusted this samoyed puppy, perhaps a little too much. Well, if Phainon’s timing was awkward, he could always deactivate the spell himself.
“Okay. Until tomorrow’s call,” he finally agreed.
“Yippee!”
His silly little samoyed puppy.
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Anaxa had to admit, with the womb crest active, his thoughts had become much more obscene. In anticipation of random touches on his cunt, he spent his day in constant arousal. Would Phainon suckle his folds while he organized his research materials in the morning? Or stick a finger or two into his quivering hole while he took hesitant bites of his lunch? Maybe, even plunge his dick directly into the fleshlight in the middle of his office hours? It was torture. But as the hours ticked by, Anaxa could only feel the emptiness inside his pussy and the damp wetness of his underwear. Phainon had not touched him once today.
Anaxa glanced at the clock. It was currently the afternoon, the last five minutes of his class. Aaaahh , he couldn’t take this anymore. He was so wound up, so horny, that if Phainon shoved his dick inside the fleshlight, he would probably cum on the spot. Right in front of all of his students. It was so pornographic, this thought of his. The calm and collected Anaxa, a lecturer of high esteem, reduced to a moaning mess at the podium in front of lecherous gazes.
“Heed the deadline for next cl--” Anaxa trembled, stopping mid-sentence. He felt a touch, soft and languid, on his folds--of a finger’s neatly trimmed nails brushing against his scorching hot skin. He shivered as a second finger joined the first to brush against his moist folds.
“Professor?” A concerned student piped up.
Anaxa quickly bit the inside of his cheeks, willing his body still. He held onto the podium in a knuckle-white grip in an attempt to steady himself. The fingers on his pussy pressed into his labia, massaging his plump lips. He felt his underwear dampen further with an uncontrollable gush of slick, and he had to bite his lips to prevent a whorish moan from escaping his throat.
He forced a smile. “My apologies,” his voice quivered. “Heed the deadline for next class. Dismissed.”
The two fingers on his pussy were now lazily rubbing his slit up and down, coaxing more slick from him. The digits always stopped short of his clit, and he had to swallow a desperate whine. With forced movements, he quickly shoved his teaching materials into his bag and hurried from the classroom. Fuck, it felt so good. He wanted to touch himself so bad, but he couldn’t--not yet, not while he was still in public.
The fingers dug deeper into him now, a calloused pad of a fingertip catching on his weeping hole. A third finger joined, gently spreading the folds apart and massaging around the hole, ever so teasingly. A quick dip to poke at his throbbing insides made his knees buckle slightly, and Anaxa collapsed against the walls of an empty hallway.
Pleasure assaulted his entire body, now a shivering and twitching mess. Anaxa panted as he struggled to keep himself upright--to not immediately collapse on the floor and let Phainon have his way with him. His breath hitched, mouth hanging open as he felt a finger slide completely in to scratch gently at his walls.
Shit, shit, shit--
His panties were probably soaked by now, and possibly even through to his pants. He was going to cum--right there in the hallway, where anybody could walk by and see his debauchery--
The fingers withdrew suddenly from his cunt, all touches suddenly gone. For a moment, Anaxa braced himself for a cock to rub against his slit and plunge into his sopping wet cunt, but the contact never came. He didn’t know whether to cry at the loss or breathe in relief.
He wanted more. He needed more.
Phainon, you bully--
Anaxa quickly straightened himself, and with haste made his way to his office. If Phainon wouldn’t let him finish, then he had to take care of it himself. He slammed the door shut and locked it. It was… a bit awkward to masturbate in his office, but fuck he was desperate.
He removed his shoes and unbuckled his belt, letting the dress pants fall to the floor. He barely stepped out of it when he felt a ghostly touch brush against his folds.
“Aah!” He yelped, body immediately going taut when two fingers pinched his clit. His knees buckled unceremoniously, and he fell facefirst onto the tiled floors. His hips bucked when the fingers pinched his erect clit harder, the little nub rolled and twisted in ways that rendered him weak and desperate.
A thumb circled his clit while fingers poked at his hole, teasingly at first before sliding to the knuckle. Anaxa rolled to his sides, legs pressed together tightly while he clutched at his cunt: As if he could shield his sensitive parts from the ghostly assaults that had his eyes rolling back into his head.
The digits inside him pumped into him slowly and massaged his velvety walls, the pressure on just the right places. The pace quickened steadily, and sped up while Anaxa twitched helplessly on the floor. Slick was gushing from his puffy cunt, dripping through the sides of his panties to pool underneath him. When the fingers suddenly shoved deep inside him and curled , his sight whitened as his back arched and waves of pleasure washed over him in a mindshattering orgasm. His pussy pulsated and squirted, splattering against the tiles while Anaxa let out such lascivious noises, he almost didn’t recognize it was his own voice. Anaxa tried, desperately, to ground himself--, but all he could do was writhe on the floor.
Anaxa gasped, coming down from his orgasmic high. The fingers left his pussy, and his phone pinged with a new message soon after. He was still a wanton mess, and it took him a couple more minutes to get his bearings straight to even think about unwinding his tense muscles.
With some effort, he pushed himself from the floor. He sat in a puddle of his own slick, a sticky mess coating his inner thighs. His panties, now ruined, clung uncomfortably to his pussy. This was all Phainon’s fault. He hooked his thumbs into his panties and slid it down, cheeks flushing at the strings of slick that still clung to his glistening folds drip down. His crotch was an utter mess.
Anaxa reached into his bag for his phone, then unlocked it with a quick swipe. A single message from Phainon blinked back at him.
Phainon (15:38): Did you enjoy that? :3
Anaxa didn’t know what to think. He hadn’t cummed this hard in awhile, but he wasn’t about to admit his newfound (potential) exhibitionist kink: Though he was a freak, and Phainon matched his freak, they both had a reputation to uphold.
Anaxagoras (15:49): You naughty boy.
The response was almost immediate.
Phainon (15:49): ehe!
Phainon (15:49): Can I get a pic?
Anaxagoras (15:50): No.
Phainon (15:50): Pretty please? :c
Anaxa rolled his eyes. The things he did to indulge his little samoyed puppy.
He glanced down on himself and held his phone steady. Ever so slightly, he parted his legs to capture the debauched mess that was his slick-soaked, engorged clit with a backdrop of the puddle he made. To the side, his ruined panties could be seen in the frame of the picture.
Anaxagoras (15:52): IMG_67023.PNG
Phainon (15:52): Professor, you made such a mess!
Anaxagoras (15:53): And whose fault is that?
Phainon (15:53): Mine!
Phainon (15:53): Only I can make Professor squirt like that.
He couldn't help the blush that spread across his cheeks. He needed to clean this up, air out the smell of sex and arousal from his office, and go home before Phainon stuck his dick in that fleshlight.
Anaxagoras (15:54): I’m heading home. Please do not touch it until I message you.
Phainon (15:54): Yes, my love!
If later that evening, for his patience, Anaxa was roughly fucked to completion multiple times while he screamed for mercy--that was Phainon’s prize to claim.
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Today was Saturday, the day Phainon returned from his trip, and the very first decision Anaxa made was not a correct one. He needed to tidy up their home, start a new load of laundry, change the bedsheets, meal plan for two for the coming up--so much to accomplish in the short hours before Phainon returned, but all he could do was lay uselessly in bed.
Anaxa gripped the sheets and dug his nails into the soft mattress, his skin damp with sweat. He was on his back and fully naked, legs flopped useless open to reveal his gaping cunt.
Phainon--you--
Ping.
A shaky hand reached for his phone, and with trembling fingers, he managed to pull up the new text message.
Phainon (13:11): Quick rest stop! 2 hours left! Can you hold on? :3c
No, he really couldn’t.
That evil, evil samoyed puppy!
Anaxa glanced back at the exchange they had earlier in the day, and he regretted ever indulging this evil puppy of his.
Phainon (08:03): Prof! Are you awake?
Anaxagoras (08:05): Yes.
Phainon (08:05): I’m about to hit the road! See you soon <3
Anaxagoras (08:05): Drive safely.
Phainon (08:05): blowkiss.GIF
Phainon (08:05): But before I leave… wanna turn on your womb tattoo thingy?
Anaxagoras (08:06): ?
Phainon (08:07): I have a challenge for you. I am going to shove a dildo into this onahole. If you can keep your tattoo active until I get back, I promise to fuck you until your brain melts. ;)
It was idiotic to have agreed, it was moronic two hours into this silly challenge, and it was utterly stupid for Anaxa to not immediately deactivate the crest when the clock struck noon. Maybe it was stubbornness or maybe he was already stupid, but the thought of giving up now that he was so far in, his pride wouldn’t allow it. But what pride? Enduring this torture for three more hours would kill him.
“Hnng!” He moaned, back arching slightly off the bed with a shudder. He was sopping wet, the sheets beneath utterly soaked, slick freely dripping from his cunt without anything to stop it from flowing so freely.
Cool air kissed his insides, sending shivers down his spine. Phainon lied to him! It wasn’t a mere dildo: It was a thick and long vibrator that filled him to the brim and stretched him to the maximum. Whatever intensity Phainon had set the vibrator to, the vibration was too soft for Anaxa to properly get off, but it was constant enough that his pussy turned numb with stimulation.
“Oooh!” His hips bucked when he felt the vibrator jostle inside of him, pressing ever so slightly to his g-spot and kissing his cervix before settling in its usual, agonizing stimulation. The walls of his cunt spasmed as fluid squirted from his hole, coating his supple thighs.
This was too much, but also not enough at the same time. Tormented, he writhed. Phainon--he was so mean. He was a bully--the worst of them all.
His brain was melting--where was Phainon? What time was it? How much longer--
Ping.
Phainon (13:28): Whoops, looks like there’s traffic!
Anaxa cried.
…
…
…
When Phainon unlocked the front door to their home, the sun hung low on the horizons.
“I’m home,” he exclaimed, opening the door to utter silence. Hmm . Was his dear professor not here? No, that wasn’t possible. Unless, of course, he threw in the towel and called it quits. But Phainon doubted that.
He haphazardly cast his shoes aside and walked through the dark hallway. Without a thought, he dropped his travel bag--
“Aah!” A muffled whimper echoed from their bedroom.
Shit , he didn’t mean to. He cringed, sheepishly, and combed through his travel bag for the fleshlight. In his hand, the toy was hot to the touch, humming from the vibrator still nestled deep within. His professor had this shoved inside of him for the entire day… Shit, that was hot.
Phainon moved quickly to their bedroom, pushing the door open to an erotic sight that instantly had him hard: His Naxy, laid limply at the center of their bed in a pool of his slick, legs splayed whorishly wide. His head was flopped to the side with spit-coated lips, a complete incoherent mess. His abused cunt was gaping wide and ever so inviting. Shit, Phainon could see everything--the way the walls pulsated, the slow oozing of fluids, the tremble and jolts of his erect clit. His professor was the very image of obscenity.
For a moment, he felt mean. He was curious, and as an educator, Anaxa wouldn’t mind what he was about to do… right?
Tentatively, he gripped the base of the vibrator. He watched Anaxa’s leg twitch and he held his breath. In a single fluid motion, Phainon yanked the entire vibe from the hole--
“AAAAH!” Anaxa screamed as his body went taut with pleasure. His back arched beautifully, painfully, off the bed with the sudden deluge of activity, his entire body twitching uncontrollably. Two hands flew to cup and clutch at his crotch, but they barely contained the torrent of squirt that shot from his pussy. Anaxa sang so beautifully--a melody of debauched moans filled the room. What an intense, mind-shattering orgasm.
Phainon couldn’t wait any longer. He quickly stripped his clothes and climbed onto the bed to join his dearest, who was still twitching from the aftermath of the orgasm. He found himself his usual spot in between Anaxa’s legs and caged the small body below him, taking in the sight of an overstimulated, drooling professor. His professor. Phainon made him like that.
He leaned down and gave a quick, chaste peck to the corner of Anaxa’s lips. “I’m home.”
“Ah…” Beneath him, Anaxa panted. “You’re… you’re b-back…”
Phainon cupped a delicate cheek and turned Anaxa’s lolling head to face him. Aaahh, his professor was too beautiful. He couldn’t help but lean down to capture swollen lips in a searing kiss. Oh lord, he missed the softness of these lips and the way the mouth parted shyly to let in his eager tongue to freely plunder. His tickled at the roof of the mouth, before sliding down and across a small, waiting tongue. Anaxa tasted so sweet, Phainon devouring the little noises that rose from his professor’s throat.
His Anaxa, so pliant--all his.
Phainon broke the kiss, and with drool still connecting their lips, he moved down to lick at the sensitive skin of his neck. He nipped at the skin, giving it a small kitten lick before suckling at a particularly enticing spot. Anaxa squirmed, but still bared his throat to give Phainon better access. Like that, Phainon suckled the sweat-soaked skin until a cute little red spot formed.
“Ph-Phainon!” Anaxa moaned. “P- please… I can’t take it anymore.”
One hand lowered to grope at his slutty waist, the other grabbed a fistful of his chest. Phainon licked lower, from a bony collarbone down to a nipple. His breath lingered over a small inviting rosebud slightly, before he engulfed the entire thing in his mouth and swirled the bud with his tongue. If only Anaxa’s breasts could fill with milk!
“You promised..!” His cries were so delightful, so titillating!
He let go of the nipple with a nasty smack of his lips. He trailed kisses down Anaxa’s abdomen, the hand on his breast following him down to feel his sides all the way to a trembling thigh. Phainon was inches away from Anaxa’s twitching cunt. Its plump folds were swollen, erotically exposing a gaping pussy hole. The engorged clit looked so adorable with the way it begged to be bullied.
Phainon flattened a tongue against the pussy, then dragged a tongue through the wet folds across the slit, dipping only slightly into the cunt, all the way to the clit. Anaxa’s arousal coated his tongue--finally, after a full week away, he got to taste his professor. How he missed this.
“ Please… ” His Naxy begged. “Give m-me your dick… Fuck me already..! ”
Ah, what was he going to do with his whorish lover? Phainon licked his lips. He wanted to eat him more and enjoy this delicious meal presented before him--to make Anaxa wail in a never-ending assault of pleasure.
He gave the throbbing clit a quick peck, before he leaned back. His own raging hard dick was oozing precum--how he wanted to do more to Anaxa! But, he had to admit, maybe he went overboard this time. Anaxa was panting, eyes glazed over in his haze of lust. Phainon gripped onto his hips, loving the way how Anaxa easily slotted into his palms. He lined his dick to the quivering cunt--and thrust --
The glide was so smooth, so easy, he had buried himself into Anaxa in a single snap of the hip. The echo of skin slapping against skin was punctuated with Anaxa’s sharp gasp, the plush folds flattened against his crotch. His professor threw his head back, mouth and eyes open wide, but not a sound slipped through his lips. The small body shuddered and shivered, muscles clenching tight.
“Anaxa--my Anaxa,” Phainon’s grip on his hips was tight enough to bruise. Even though the cunt was stuffed with a vibrator for hours, Phainon’s cock was still a snug fit. The silky walls spasmed and tightened on his length rhythmically. “Did my professor just orgasm again?” That was so fucking hot.
Phainon didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he slowly withdrew his length from the scorching wet heat, the slow drag coaxing a low moan from Anaxa, and with a bit of strength, lifted his lover’s lower half from the bed. He felt two legs hook lazily at his waist, and Phainon--he slammed into Anaxa.
He grunted, driving a demanding pace as he plunged deep into Anaxa’s cunt. Slick and smooth, the slide in and out was accompanied by the obscene squelch of a sopping wet cut and the slap of skin against skin. He felt Anaxa’s body tense further, muscles clenching around him.
“You’re so good--” Phainon punctuated with a particularly rough thrust into his lover. “So amazing.”
“Phainon, I’m--I’m close ..!” Anaxa hiccuped beneath him.
His beautiful Naxy--an utter, sinful mess. His cock throbbed, his own pace growing erratic. He leaned down once more to press their lips together. Both of their lips parted, tongues gliding against one another until Anaxa’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he came with a gurgled cry.
Phainon swallowed each and every noise that came from Anaxa’s throat. The vice-like clench of a squirting pussy had his balls tighten and hips stutter while he chased his own release. His own body tensed as he gave a final, harsh slam into Anaxa’s convulsing cunt, kissing the entrance to his womb, and bursted inside of him. His cock pulsed, spilling his seed and coating his professor’s insides white.
They stayed like that, limbs and body entwining together as their sweat cooled.
“I love you,” Phainon panted, chest heaving.
In his embrace, Anaxa had passed out--exhausted from the day’s activities. Phainon really bullied Anaxa today, hadn’t he? His thumb brushed against his lover’s swollen lips, then caressed his cheeks. He tucked strands of sweat-soaked mint green hair behind an ear. Maybe, just for a little bit, they could indulge in a little nap.
Phainon flopped onto his side, arms still around a sleeping Anaxa. He pulled out his limp dick and readjusted Anaxa’s posture. He kissed his lover’s lips, then the tip of his nose--another peck on his forehead, before he let his eyes close.
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The next time Phainon came to, he was snuggling a pillow and Anaxa was nowhere in sight. He was abandoned..!!
But Phainon didn’t need to look too long for his beloved professor: He rolled to turn around to see a still-naked (but gorgeous) Anaxa hunched over his laptop at his desk, tapping away.
“Are you working?” Phainon grumbled.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Anaxa commented. “No, I am refining the fleshlight.”
“What?” Refining the what?
“I was focused on the womb crest,” Anaxa explained, turning to him. “And paid little attention to this fleshlight. Though it transfers the heat and movements of the inner muscles, it doesn’t truly replicate the feeling of a vagina. Lubrication is another matter. It’s my oversight to have focused solely on the receiver’s pleasure instead of giving more thought to the giver’s.”
“You…” Phainon couldn’t believe it. “I just nutted in you.”
“Yes, and?”
“Come cuddle with me.”
“You were cuddling with the pillow quite enthusiastically.”
“Professor,” Phainon drawled. He looked, with pleading eyes, at Anaxa and pouted.
He watched Anaxa roll his eyes, celebrating inwardly when he got up from his seat to approach a whining Phainon.
Anaxa smiled, seemingly satisfied, as he sat down on their bed. A hand reached towards Phainon and brushed his white tousled locks. Phainon immediately wrapped his arms around Anaxa’s waist, clenching tight around a slender frame and burrowing his face against his sides to inhale his scent.
“Welcome home, Phainon.”
“I’m home.”