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The past month had been the best in Phainon’s life.
The best, and the worst.
Do not get him wrong. Being with Mydei was everything he had ever wanted. More than he ever thought he could have. Having the man he loved from a distance — maybe even obsessed over — to actually love him back, to trust him, to give him a chance even after he fumbled, horribly? Phainon felt like he won the lottery’s jackpot.
But it was also bad for his health, for various reasons:
Mydei waking up beside him, hair messy, drool drying at the corner of his mouth? Adorable.
Mydei lounging around the house shirtless, or worse, in his shirt? Critical damage.
Mydei curling into him half-asleep, murmuring a quiet "like you" against his chest? Call the ambulance.
Phainon’s heart, and if he was being honest, his dick, were constantly two seconds from combusting. He didn’t understand how someone so stoic, so well built and manly, could also be so fucking cute. Behind closed doors Mydei was so different from the persona he showed to the world, and with every passing day, Phainon felt more and more addicted. Not that he complained.
Well, maybe just a little.
“Hyacineee” he whined, face buried in his arms on the desk, looking at his pink-haired co-worker through glassy eyes.
Hyacine took a sip of her coffee, giving him a deadpan response despite her smile. “It’s 10 a.m. on a Monday. Why are you acting like a kicked puppy already?”
“But he hasn’t texted me since last night.” His voice cracked pathetically.
“Didn’t you say he had classes today?”
“Yes, but—”
“Phainon.” She set her cup down on his desk, poking his cheek with a perfectly manicured finger. “You’re a grown man. You’ll see your ‘princess’ at the gym later. Can you please not mope so early?”
He gave her the most wounded look he could muster. “But I’m in pain! He must’ve moved on and forgotten about me!”
“Oh, poor you.” Her smile morphed into a teasing smirk. “Besides, didn’t you say the same thing last week when he didn’t message you for half a day…” She tried mimicking him ‘Hy, this is it. He moved on. Mydei has abandoned me. I’m in so much pain I can’t concentrate!’
Phainon groaned. “Rude. I wasn’t that pathetic.”
“You were. And you deserve the reminder after calling Ica fat yesterday. I will be sending you the therapy bill if you give him body image trauma” She shoved her chair back and stood up, chuckling.
“He’s a pet! He doesn’t even understand human language!”
Hyacine faked a shocked expression, trying to hold back the fit of laughter that came moments later. “And now you call him stupid? Outrageous!” Phainon joined her, both trying and failing to suppress their laughter, earning a few heads turning to them in question.
Calming down, she smiled at him, a real smile this time. “Remember, Mydei likes you and he has proved that many times now. There’s nothing to worry about, even if he didn’t text you yet. Plus, I’d be more worried about your deadlines than a text message right now.” She reminded him as she walked away.
Phainon sighed, watching her disappear to tackle her own mountain of work. Hyacine was right, as always. He’d see Mydei later. For now, his priority was to go through his tasks for the day and not get yelled at by his boss.
He turned back to his screen and glared at all the unread emails. With a long-suffering groan, he opened the first one. His phone buzzed against his thigh as he was halfway through the second email. He checked it instantly, heart jumping with excitement.
Spam text. Not Mydei.
He sulked quietly, forcing his eyes back to the monitor.
The rest of his day went rather uneventful. By lunch, his phone's screen finally lit up with the name he had been waiting for. A simple message from Mydei.
[12:17] Mydeimos:
Classes done. Need me to grab anything specific from the store? Since you spend most of your nights here nowadays.
Phainon smiled into his sandwich, tension bleeding out of his chest. God, he was so whipped for this man.
[12:18] Phainon:
I think I’m low on toothpaste. Can you grab some?
[12:21] Mydeimos:
Sure.
It was later that evening, when they finished their workout and were doing their last stretches, that Phainon’s uneventful day became unpleasantly eventful.
“Can you go grab my Phone?” Mydei had asked him, wanting to take his usual post-workout pictures. Phainon got up without a thought, entered the locker rooms and unlocked his boyfriend’s locker with the code he memorized by now.
The screen of Mydei’s phone lit up with the movement, and Phainon noticed the string of notifications – more than ten of them, all the same. All from the camsite.
You have a new DM.
He froze, gut twisting painfully. A wave of dread washed over him like a bucket of cold water. Mydei had never mentioned that his patrons still bothered him, never said a word about the topic of streaming after the day Phainon interrupted it, announcing that Mydei was his. And yet…
He stared at the lock screen until his chest hurt.
Did Mydei not trust him? Did he think Phainon was too unreliable? The thought hurt him so much that he wanted to throw up.
He forced himself to breathe through the nausea, taking a minute to compose himself before he shoved the phone into his pocket and walked back out like everything was ok.
Mydei was waiting for him, looking as sweaty and handsome as he had left him. Almost handsome enough to make him forget what he saw minutes ago.
Almost.
“Here.” Phainon handed him the phone stiffly. The action was too clinical for his own liking.
Mydei’s gaze flicked up, calm, unreadable, as he walked in front of the wall-length mirror. “Thanks.”
“Mhm.” Phainon forced himself to move, to follow him and take his own pictures; something about recording the process as Mydei mentioned during their first workout sessions. His body went through the motions, but he was screaming in his head, chest still painfully heavy and tight.
You have a new DM. You have a new DM. You have a new DM…
His mind repeated the line over and over, burned it behind his eyelids. The idea of his patrons still begging, still thinking Mydei would return to them—it made his blood boil with anger, or perhaps jealousy, and the fact that his boyfriend didn’t tell him, never even mentioned it…
It hurt.
Was it because he didn’t care? Or because he didn’t trust Phainon fully, even after he proved himself over and over in the past months?
By the time they grabbed their bags and left the gym, the silence between them was charged. Phainon tried to fill it, talking mindlessly about how the coffee machine got broken again, how his boss popped behind his back the second he let himself relax and close his eyes for a second, whatever scraps came to mind as he drove them to Mydei’s place, focusing on the road to avoid the younger man’s observant gaze.
Pulling outside Mydei’s apartment building, Phainon’s stomach turned unpleasantly. He always stayed the night after their gym days. It was their ritual by now: gym, shower, food, sex, possibly another shower, falling asleep in each other’s arms. But tonight, the thought of lying next to Mydei with this turmoil of emotions in his heart—no, he couldn’t. He’d suffocate.
“Not getting out?” His partner’s question brought him back to reality. Mydei was already halfway out of the car, door open.
“I, uh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to appear too nervous. “Can’t stay tonight. Got some stuff I need to do at home.”
The words sounded foreign even to him.
Mydei turned his head slowly, one brow rising. The look he gave him was flat, unreadable, but too sharp to be neutral, like he saw right through the lie. Which he probably did. “Stuff?” He repeated.
“Yeah. Work stuff.” Phainon shifted in his seat, feeling the heat slowly rise to his face from being watched so intently.
“There is this new marketing proposal that needs to be done this week...” He trailed off, the excuse weak even for himself.
For a long moment, Mydei stared at him silently. Long enough that Phainon’s palms started sweating. Then finally, he gave a single nod, slowly, like he wasn’t buying it but wasn’t going to question it either. “Alright.”
That was worse than being called out for lying.
Phainon leaned over, pressed a light kiss to his cheek, too quick, too casual. “I’ll text you later, yeah?”
“Mm.”
The sound was noncommittal, but Mydei’s eyes followed him as he left the car and closed the door behind him. He knew something was off.
Once Phainon got back to his place, his mask cracked. He slumped onto the couch, covering his eyes with both hands, unable to hold back the tears any longer. His head hurt. He wanted to scream, to punch something out of frustration, to call Mydei and apologize for being weird and beg for reassurance. He wanted too many contradicting things at once and none of them would make the pain go away.
So he did the worst thing he could have probably done.
He dragged himself up to his bedroom and opened his laptop.
A few searches later, in one of the more popular nsfw forums he found the thread about Mydei. Still alive, dozens of new comments daily, discussing him, his body, how much they wanted more.
FlameReaver[03:45]: Oh I’m sure he’ll come back soon, its only a matter of time. This slut can’t stay away from the attention.
kremnoan_panties (guest)[05:43]: bro I dreamt about him last night, I woke up hard as fuck
Kane[07:14]: bro you’re pathetic /lh.
Phainon’s jaw clenched tighter with every scroll. It wasn’t just hunger. They weren’t reminiscing—they were fantasizing, sharing their own filthy ideas of what they’d do to him, as if Mydei’s body was theirs to use.
Torie[11:30]: I want to fuck him so bad I’d buy a strap just for him.
Ringooner[13:07]: I want to tie him down and eat that pussy for hours you don’t even understand
user44(guest) [13:56]: whoever’s keeping him offline is literally the worst person alive. I miss gooning to Mydei!
That one made his stomach turn, but not enough to make him stop reading.
Trash_Panda[16:00]: nah seriously who’s the asshole who cockblocked us?
CoolDragonYoung[16:06]: Calm down ca.. I mean Panda. He must be dating that guy irl, guess we’re never getting him back…
FlameReaver[18:28]: if its more than a fling then I hope the guy gets hit by a truck. I had him first.
Kane[19:01]: You’re just as pathetic /srs.
FlameReaver[19:03]: STFU.
Phainon’s hands curled into fists against the keyboard. They weren’t even subtle about it—hating on whoever had “taken” Mydei, spitting venom at a person they didn’t even know.
And through it all, threaded between the filthy comments and the fantasies, was the same chorus: when’s the next stream? When is he coming back?
Phainon wanted to throw the laptop across the room. He could deal with the hate directed at him, that didn’t matter. What he could not stand were the lustful messages directed at Mydei. His Mydei. His boyfriend. The way they treated him like he belonged to them infuriated Phainon to the point of seething in anger.
His sleep that night was pitiful at best; he woke up every hour or so with his heart in his throat, body physically hurting, tossing in sheets that felt too cold without the warmth of Mydei’s body pressed next to him.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw the same thing—usernames chanting Mydei’s name like a prayer, lines of text spelling out what they’d do to him if given the chance. Tie him down. Spread his legs open. Make him beg. Take him from Phainon.
When Tuesday morning arrived, he looked like hell.
Distracting himself with work didn’t help at all. His head was full of static as he sat at his desk, staring at his emails but barely processing any of the words he read. He tried writing a marketing proposal instead. But that too felt like a mission impossible when he typed the same sentence four times.
Hyacine noticed that something was off immediately.
She came to his desk with two cups of coffee per their daily routine, surprised to see him already there. But today, he didn’t even look up or acknowledged her presence. His eyes stayed on the monitor, jaw tight, shoulders tense.
Hyacine frowned as she put the extra mug by him, making sure he noticed it so he wouldn’t accidentally knock it off. “No good morning?” she asked, concerned. “That’s not like you.”
Phainon hummed in response, still not looking in her direction. He didn’t wish to trouble her, not with something as stupid as being jealous of Mydei’s ex patrons. It even sounded dumb in his head.
He also knew that if he was to turn around and look at her, he might end up crying.
Worried about how quiet her friend was, Hyacine frowned. She put a hand on Phainon's shoulder. “Are you ok? Did something happen with Mydei?”
That earned her nothing more than a shrug, but the shiver in his shoulders did not go unnoticed. Hyacine studied him for a moment longer, thinking to herself. She sighed. “Alright. I won’t pry.” She gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “But you know I’m here if you need to talk, right?”
“Y-yeah. I’m sorry.” Was all Phainon could manage weakly, not trusting his voice.
“It’s ok Phai, but remember, you don’t have to shoulder everything by yourself.” She gave him a sad smile he didn’t see, and returned to her department, leaving Phainon alone with his spiraling thoughts.
He hated it. Hated how easy it was to retreat inward, to let the insecurity chew him up and regress him back to how he was a month ago – closed off and trying to handle everything by himself. But the thoughts wouldn’t stop.
Telling his boss he was feeling unwell, Phainon left work early. He should’ve gone home, taken a warm shower and tried to sleep, but Hyacine’s words “you don’t have to shoulder everything by yourself” reminded him how far he had come. It would’ve been easy to lock himself up, avoid everything like he was used to, but he promised Mydei, after fucking it up once, to never hide things from each other. Feelings included.
With a heavy heart he pulled up outside Mydei’s building, his hands were clammy against the steering wheel, his pulse beating too hard in his ears. The need was clawing at him desperately, he wanted to see him, to hold Mydei in his arms, to prove himself he was real and his and not some face strangers were still jerking off to.
He knocked on the apartment door, heart in his throat.
The door opened after a minute or so, and there he was. Mydei. Wearing a loose shirt and a pair of sweats, hair messy like he barely woke up. Phainon could barely breathe.
“What are you doing here?” Mydei tilted his head in confusion “It’s the middle of the day.”
Phainon let out a deep, pained sigh “Left early.”
“What happened?”
Instead of answering, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mydei, pulling him in hard enough to make the man grunt in discomfort. His face buried in his neck, breathing him in like that alone could calm him down.
Mydei stood still, surprise written on his face, then he smiled at Phainon fondly, understanding, and returned the hug.
“You’re acting weird.” He said quietly, stating a fact rather than asking a question.
Phainon nodded against his skin, greedy for the touch, desperate for the comfort it gave him. “Couldn’t… couldn’t do it today. Couldn’t think. Needed—” His words cracked. “Needed you.”
Mydei pressed a soft kiss to his temple “I’m here.”
Somehow, those two words cut through the static in his head better than anything else did.
Phainon tightened the hug, clinging to Mydei for dear life, not caring that they were still partially in the hallway and any passing neighbor could see them. He was too busy basking in the feeling of his boyfriend’s delicate hands rubbing slow circles over his back as if he already knew what bothered him.
Eventually, He pulled them inside the apartment for the privacy he needed so much. “I saw your phone” he admitted once he kicked the door shut with his foot, not letting Mydei go.
“Mm.” The younger man only hummed.
Phainon scowled. “What does ‘mm’ mean? That’s not an answer.”
Mydei let go of him and looked at his face with unusual softness. “It means I noticed that something is bothering you. So keep going.”
“Yesterday. When you asked me to grab your phone.” Phainon’s jaw tightened, like saying the words was harder than it should be, like being vulnerable was still scary. “The unread email notifications were on the screen—” He swallowed hard, breaking eye contact as he felt his chest tightening even more “and then last night I ended up searching your name, to see if people still talked about you. And they—” His breath stuttered, hands curling into fists. “They do. They talk about you like you’re theirs. Like they can still have you. And about me—like I’m in the way, temporary fling and nothing more.” He said the last part weakly.
Phainon closed his eyes tightly, ashamed at himself for sounding so pathetic, paranoid even. He lowered his head. “I know it’s probably stupid, but I can’t get it out of my head. It’s like they still have a claim over you and I can’t stop them and I hate it” he flinched, bracing himself to be mocked by Mydei for being so insecure, but the younger man said nothing.
When he finally risked a glance, slowly lifting his head back, Mydei wasn’t frowning. He didn’t even look annoyed.
“It’s not stupid.” He said simply, the same way he might have pointed out that it was raining outside.
“If it’s not stupid, why didn’t you tell me—”
“Because they don’t matter.” Mydei reached for him, pulling Phainon into another reassuring hug, warm and full of affection. “They can spam my DM’s all they want, it wouldn’t change anything. I don’t read them. I don’t answer.”
Phainon let out a bitter laugh, looking away from Mydei. “It matters to me. It’s my boyfriend’s name in every goddamn message. They’re still drooling over you, fantasizing about taking you from me—”
“Phainon.”
The quiet interruption cut him off and made him look back at his partner, at the amber orbs looking right into his soul.
“I don’t want them, Phainon. I want you. I was clear enough about it when I gave you another chance despite everything that happened.”
Phainon shook his head, desperate, disbelieving. “You say it like it’s that easy.”
“It is that easy.” Mydei grabbed his hand and brought it to his face, nuzzling into the palm. “They don’t know me. They never did. They saw what I showed them. You’re the only one who has all of me.” His thumb brushed over Phainon’s knuckles, steadying, grounding. “That’s all that matters to me.”
Hot tears surfaced in Phainon’s eyes, and he bit down on a sob threatening to escape his throat. “You can’t—say things like that” he whispered. “I don’t deserve you.”
Mydei’s mouth curled into a small smile. “Too late. You’re stuck with me.”
A choked laugh escaped him, followed by a few tears that ran down his face. He dropped his forehead against Mydei’s shoulder, wrapping his free arm around the man’s waist impossibly tighter, greedy for the feeling of holding him. “God, I love you so much. You are so perfect. Too good for me.”
“And now you’re being dramatic” Mydei chuckled, calm as ever, brushing Phainon’s back gently.
Phainon groaned against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’m not dramatic. I’m—”
“You’re scared.”
The honesty of it made him flinch. Mydei’s hand didn’t stop moving.
“I just,” Phainon admitted “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t.” Mydei’s tone was grounding, final. “I wouldn’t be here if I had doubts.”
Phainon wanted to say something, to retort and argue that it doesn’t mean he loves him, but when Mydei leaned in to kiss his temple, wet lashes, and finally his lips, it didn’t matter anymore. He could feel how much he was loved through the action, even if Mydei didn’t say it out loud.
“I appreciate you for telling me.” He heard Mydei murmur against his lips, leaning in for another quick kiss, pulling Phainon further into the apartment for a much-needed nap.
Phainon tried. He really did.
After Mydei’s words, after that too-gentle kiss and the reassurance in his voice, he told himself it was enough. That he could take that warmth and wrap himself in it like a cozy blanket and move on. Mydei wanted him, and him only.
It lasted maybe a day.
By Thursday, the edges of his sanity were already fraying. His phone would buzz with a message from Mydei — a picture of his lunch, a reminder about gym, yet another shenanigan from Cipher— and instead of lighting up like he usually did, he would stare at it for too long, type a reply, erase it, then type again something shorter. “lol.” “Nice.” “See you later.”
He winced at himself every time his replies were too short, too curt. Angry at the rift he was creating with his own hands after working so hard to prove to Mydei how serious he was about him.
But no matter how hard he tried, the forums wouldn’t leave his head. Every time he thought of Mydei all he could see behind his eyes were the messages: We had him first. He’ll come back. Whoever took him away should die.
When Friday afternoon arrived, Phainon was a mess of nerves. His hands shook without reason, he felt constantly nauseated and even looking at his phone caused him a headache. It was as bad as the day he fucked up his relationship with Mydei, but now, instead of obsessing over how to fix things, Phainon felt like he was pushing him away. Ruining what he had built. Proving the commentators that they were right.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, diverting him from his destructive thoughts for long enough to see Mydei’s name across the screen. His boyfriend never called unless absolutely necessary. His stomach twisted.
“Hey,” Mydei’s calm voice came through the speaker. “Are you on the way to the gym?”
“Uh. Yeah. Leaving work now.” Phainon rubbed a hand over his face. “Focus.”
“Don’t. Come to my place.”
His chest squeezed. “Mydei—”
“You’ve been acting weird all week. It’s still bothering you, isn’t it?”
Phainon recoiled. He had known that Mydei would feel something was off. He always did. Maybe he did wear his emotions on his sleeve as the younger man claimed in the past.
“Come over” Mydei repeated with no room for negotiations. “Whatever is still bothering you, we’ll figure it out. Together. Stop running laps around it in your head.”
The authority in his voice made Phainon sigh, long and defeated. “…Fine.”
Driving to Mydei’s apartment took longer than intended thanks to the traffic, every red light added another minute where his thoughts could drown him, and by the time he entered the familiar building, his pulse was so high he was minutes from needing a trip to the ER.
Mydei let him in without a word, gesturing toward the couch, where a small plate with a few slices of cake, accompanied by a mug of steaming coffee was waiting for him on the small table – Mydei’s way of taking care of him.
“So,” Mydei sat next to him, his sharp amber eyes grounding Phainon with their intensity. “What’s been eating you?”
Phainon tried to laugh it off, but it cracked halfway. “You make it sound like you really care and I’m not just… insane.”
“Of course I care.” Mydei’s tone was firm, cutting off the tide of emotions before Phainon could drown in it. “You’re not insane, but something is still bothering you. So, will you tell me what it is?”
Mydei’s words undid him. Hyacine aside, no one ever bothered to validate his emotions. To see the real, insecure him. Phainon could already feel the tears welling up again. God, he was such a crybaby it was embarrassing. “It’s the people who watched your streams. It’s stuck in my head. I know you don’t care, I know, but I—” He held back on a sob. “I care too much. I can’t stand the idea of them still chasing your attention.”
Mydei watched him, quietly, nodding for him to keep going.
Phainon took a deep breath and let the words spill out like a confession of his sins. “I know they won’t stop. I was one of them, remember? I obsessed over your online persona, dug everywhere for info, spent thousands for a second of your attention.” He bit on his lip, clenching his fists on top of his legs so hard the knuckles turned white. “They won't just… give up eventually. Not unless you ruin their fantasy.”
The silence stretched between them, thick and full of tension. It was Mydei who broke it first, not with words, but by leaning closer, covering Phainon’s hands with his.
“You might be right.” He said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t care. I chose you.”
Phainon let out a pained laugh. “They refuse to acknowledge that. They still think it’s a fling, that you’ll come back for them.”
He turned to look at Mydei, eyes burning with unshed tears, pleading before he even said the words. “Let’s show them. One last time. I need them to see who you belong to. That you’re mine. In a way that would leave no doubt.”
Mydei’s expression changed momentarily into a surprised one. He studied him quietly, making Phainon’s heart clench in his chest, ready for rejection, for Mydei to take back his words and call him on his insanity.
“Are you out of your mind?” the younger man asked finally.
Phainon’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He had nothing to say in his defense. He laughed instead, dry and humorless. “Probably. Yeah. I probably am.” His knee bounced, restless. “But it’s bothering me, Mydei. Knowing those people who watched you still fantasize about you.” His voice cracked, pleading. “I can’t stand it.”
Mydei’s brows furrowed. His hands squeezed Phainon’s. “You think one stream is going to silence them?”
“I think—” Phainon broke off, sagging into the couch and lifting his head to look at the ceiling. “I think it won’t. But the purpose of the stream is not for them to stop, it’s for them to remember every time they think of you.” He paused to take a deep breath, lick his dry lips. “That you’re mine.”
His words were loud and clear, ugly with need, the most vulnerable he had been in months. Phainon wanted to slap himself for acting so pathetic over a bunch of nobodies, but he couldn’t. His Jealous side could handle strangers on the streets, even randoms who tried flirting with Mydei at times, but not the people who had seen him naked, dripping, and in the throes of pleasure.
Mydei tilted his head slightly in realization. “You’re jealous.”
Jealous. The word cut deeper than it should.
“Is that all he sees when he looks at me? A jealous, pathetic wreck?” Phainon flinched visibly, both at Mydei’s claim and his own thoughts. “I—”
“Yes, you are.” There was no bite in it, only quiet certainty. “And scared of losing me, even if that fear is unreasonable.”
Phainon wanted to deny it, to change the topic, to hide his vulnerability—but Mydei’s tone left no place for arguing. His shoulders slumped, face burning with embarrassment for being called out by his own boyfriend. “…Yeah. I am”
For a long moment Mydei did not respond, he sat deep in thought, valuing his options. His face looked concentrated, lips pressing thin. The silence stretched until Phainon felt like the air in the room was too suffocating to breathe.
“It’s ridiculous” Mydei sighed at last.
“Then tell me no and I’ll try to deal with it. I swear I won’t ask about it. But—” Phainon leaned forward, fingers reaching to grip the hem of Mydei’s shirt to anchor himself. “Please, Mydei. I need them to see. Need them to know I’m not just a fling as they say.” The last sentence came out cracked, wrecked, accompanied by the tears he tried so hard to hold back.
Mydei exhaled slowly, staring at him with that grounding calmness he always wore, and pulled Phainon into a hug, kissing the tears away with a surprising gentleness, holding him until the tension in his shoulders eased a little. “You’re exhausting” Mydei murmured, wiping the tears off the other cheek with his thumb. “Do you know that?”
Phainon huffed something like a laugh, but it came out sounding too pained. “Ha! You love it.”
“Unfortunately.” Mydei pulled back to meet his eyes again. He searched his face, studying the desperate expression, and sighing in defeat “Alright.”
Phainon blinked. “Alright?”
“I’ll do it.” Mydei said. “The stream. For you.”
Phainon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and leaned to catch the younger man’s face in his hands, kissing him fiercely, with no finesse. Mydei let him, let him pour every emotion he couldn’t put into words into the kiss, until they were gasping for air.
Mydei gave him a look that was both fond and exasperated once they parted for air. “One last stream. Then it’s done. Understood?”
Phainon nodded eagerly, eyes bright, mouth tugged in a trembling smile, imaginary tail wagging behind him. “Understood.” His chest felt like it might burst with relief. “Thank you… Thank you” he whispered, pressing his forehead to Mydei’s shoulder. “You don’t know how much this… how much you mean to me.”
“I do know.” Mydei rolled his eyes fondly. He detached Phainon from him, needing to peel the man off of how tightly he was clutching him. Once successful, he reached for his phone, typing something Phainon couldn’t see.
Phainon’s phone chimed with a notification moments later.
Scheduled stream: Next Saturday, 11:00 am.
He looked back at Mydei, unsure if he should kneel at his feet or kiss him until his lungs gave out. Instead, he grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, holding him tighter than he ever had.
Phainon woke up to the wrong kind of warmth.
The room itself felt warm and cozy, but the bed was half-empty, the sheets cold where Mydei should’ve been. He sat up, looking around him, trying to register if yesterday had happened or if it was a fever dream conjured by his insecurities—until the smell reached him. Savory, rich, mouthwatering. Something sizzling. The delicious smell of fried onion carrying through the air.
His stomach growled loud enough to make him laugh into the pillow. Of course. Mydei had slipped out of bed to cook. Of course he had. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the smell alone was enough to drag Phainon out of bed on a Saturday morning. A curse because the bed looked lonely without him sprawled in it, naked and warm and…
He couldn’t stay sulking in the sheets. He dragged himself out of bed, grabbed his boxers—not bothering to look for his shorts and raked his hair back into a semi-tamed look. Claiming himself presentable enough he stumbled toward the kitchen.
Mydei was standing with his back to Phainon, shirtless, standing over the stove in nothing but a pair of shorts, Phainon’s shorts. The ones he was wearing last night. Loose enough to hang low on his hips.
It was a stupidly domestic picture—Mydei cooking breakfast in his clothes—and yet it stole his breath away every single time, tenfold after the past week. It wasn’t a fantasy or a video on a screen. It was real. His. Something he had earned and re-earned over weeks of proving himself.
Phainon leaned against the doorframe for a moment, soaking in the view of his partner. The sharp line of his shoulders, the curve of his spine, the way the morning light slid across his inked skin. A reminder that this man belonged to him, was for his eyes to see and no one else’s.
He didn’t last long just watching. Phainon came up behind him, slipped his arms around Mydei’s waist and pulled him flush against his chest. Mydei made a small grunt of surprise, trying to turn, but Phainon buried his nose against the nape of his neck and breathed deep.
“Morning” he murmured into his skin.
Mydei shifted with a quiet sigh, adjusting his balance with the additional weight on his back. “You’re heavy. Move.”
Phainon grinned, pressing closer as he kissed Mydei’s nape. He angled his hips, making sure Mydei could feel how much he loved the sight in front of him. “Can’t. You look so good like this. Wearing my clothes.”
The sound of a spatula tapping against the pan echoed in the room. “Insatiable as always” Mydei groaned, sounding more amused than unhappy about it.
Phainon hummed, shameless. Grinding himself against Mydei’s ass suggestively, one hand reaching to grab at his chest “Guilty. Mind lending a helping hand?”
The spatula swung sideways, smacking against his hip hard enough to sting. Phainon yelped and laughed at once, jumping away before Mydei chose to smack him the second time.
“I’ll burn your breakfast on purpose if you try that again while I’m cooking.” Mydei huffed, shaking his head. “Now go brush your teeth, food’s almost ready.”
Phainon pouted, tried looking at him with the best puppy eyes he could muster, only to give up seconds later when Mydei didn’t turn from the pan at all. He slumped his shoulders in defeat. For now. “Fine.”
He looked at his boyfriend one last time before leaving the kitchen, basking in the little moment. He wanted Mydei in every way possible, on camera, in bed, screaming his name—but this? This quiet morning in his clothes, making them breakfast, swatting him with a spatula when he got too handsy? It melted his heart in the best way possible.
By the time the food was plated—A frittata as Mydei explained—Phainon was showered and dressed, his hair tamed into its normal style. Mydei was already sitting at the table, sipping on his coffee and scrolling through his phone.
Phainon dug into the dish and nearly moaned on the spot. “This is—fuck,” he said around a mouthful, grinning. “This is amazing.”
“Of course it is.” Mydei set his cup down, cutting a piece of his own portion. “It’s called real food. Unlike all the instant noodle boxes littering your kitchen.”
Phainon paused mid-bite, feigning offense. “Hey, those are pretty good! Plus, I was in a financial emergency.”
Mydei lifted his eyes from the phone, unimpressed. “Tipping over two thousand on my streams is an emergency you brought upon yourself.”
Phainon nearly choked on the food, grinning as he swallowed too hard. “Ah—see, but that was a worthy investment. Clearly it paid off.” He gestured at Mydei with his fork. “Look where it got me. Breakfast at your place, you wearing my clothes, waking up next to you every other day.”
Mydei rolled his eyes, though the faint twitch of his lips betrayed him. “You’re impossible.”
“You keep me around, maybe I’m not as impossible as you claim.” Phainon winked and shoveled in another bite, humming happily.
The rest of the meal passed in peaceful quietness. Mydei sipped on his—too bitter if you ask Phainon— coffee, while Phainon sneaked looks at him between bites of food, ogling shamelessly. When they finished eating and the plates were empty, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh, stretching his arms overhead.
“Best breakfast I’ve ever had!” He announced.
“Good,” Mydei replied, grabbing the plates and standing up. “Maybe now you’ll stop poisoning yourself with artificial flavor packets.”
“Only if you cook for me like this every day,” Phainon smirked, watching him move about the kitchen.
“Don’t get used to it. I was being nice after yesterday, but clearly, you’re back to normal.” Followed by a quiet, almost inaudible “I’m glad that you’re better, you look more attractive with a smile.”
Phainon heard that loud and clear. He stood up all of a sudden, earning a puzzled look from Mydei as he grabbed the plates from his hand, putting them on the counter and dragging his boyfriend in the direction of the bedroom. “You can’t say sweet things like that all of a sudden and expect me not to jump you!”
“Unbelievable.” Mydei resigned with a chuckle and a shake of his head, leaning in to kiss his eager boyfriend, entertaining the white-haired man’s horny antics.
“Right. We need to go shopping.” Phainon announced suddenly a while later, when they were lounging on the couch; Phainon on one end of it, and Mydei on the other, legs sprawled to rest in Phainon's lap.
Mydei glanced at him from the book he was reading. “Shopping?”
“Yes.” Phainon was already moving, grabbing his car keys like the decision was final. “We can’t half-ass this. You need a new outfit for the stream. It has to be something that’ll burn into their memories.”
“You mean your memories.” Mydei narrowed his eyes at him.
Phainon grinned sheepishly “That too.” He leaned across the small table, tugging at Mydei’s wrist to pull him up. “C’mon. Mall trip.”
Mydei sighed, muttering under his breath. “Yeah, yeah.”
Phainon’s only answer was a victorious laugh, dragging him along as if the mall was the most urgent destination in the world all of a sudden.
‘Dragged’ wasn’t exactly a fair claim. Mydei didn’t resist, following Phainon to his car 10 minutes later, dressed properly for the occasion unlike his boyfriend.
Spending their day together like this felt domestic. Almost like seeing Mydei cooking him breakfast. Couples passed them on either side, fingers intertwined together. Phainon shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets, itching to grab Mydei’s hand like the couples around them but he was too aware of how his boyfriend wasn’t a fan of PDA.
He was mid-commenting how crowded the mall was, just some random small talk to fill the silence, when Mydei’s hand grabbed his, pulling it out of the pocket and lacing their fingers together.
Phainon blinked, nearly tripping on air at the unexpected touch. Mydei didn’t look at him, kept walking like normal, but Phainon could see the redness spreading on his ears. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.
“So we don’t get separated” He explained, tone carefully flat, like he had been rehearsing it in his head for the past few minutes.
Phainon stared at their joined hands, pulse surging, a grin spreading across his face too fast. “Right” he smiled knowingly. “Wouldn’t want to lose me in a mall.”
“Exactly.” Mydei’s eyes stayed ahead, but his thumb brushed against Phainon’s knuckle, betraying how aware he was of the gesture.
Phainon’s grin softened into something warmer, chest too tight for words. He let Mydei keep his excuse.
They checked out a few stores, with Phainon insisting that Mydei should try some clothes. He shoved things into Mydei’s arms on impulse, anything that caught his eye, until the man ended up in a fitting room with more clothes than should be allowed. Luckily, there was no one by the fitting rooms to stop them.
Mydei tried them all, and each time he stepped out to look at himself in the mirrors, Phainon’s heart stopped.
Black fitted shirt? Perfect. Dark wash jeans hugging his muscular thighs? Amazing, drool-worthy even. A pink t-shirt with a cat print? The cuteness aggression was real. Even the dumb flower-pattern Hawaii shirt Phainon added to the pile as a joke looked good somehow.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Phainon muttered under his breath, watching Mydei adjust the cuffs of a plain white button-down with his usual calmness, another piece of clothing that fit him perfectly. “You can’t just look good in everything. That’s not fair!”
Mydei glanced at him and then at his reflection in the mirror. “I see nothing special about it.”
“Guess we have to get you glasses next” Phainon teased, still gawking. “Because you’re—heavens, you look too good in anything.”
An amused smile curved on Mydei’s mouth, though he didn’t acknowledge it aloud. He disappeared back into the fitting room, leaving Phainon leaning against the wall, trying not to sweat through his shirt – which was totally due to the lack of air conditioning and not how good Mydei looked, at least according to Phainon.
By the time they paid for a few of the things Mydei tried—the ones he noticed had the best reaction from his boyfriend—Phainon was dazed, stumbling after him like a dog on a leash.
“This man is bad for my health” was the only coherent thought he was able to form.
They entered a bookstore, more for Mydei than for him. Phainon trailed behind while his boyfriend scanned the shelves, his head tilted as he read spines.
“Phai,” a soft voice cut in through his daze.
Phainon froze. Turning around even though he knew exactly who the voice belonged to.
Hyacine.
She stopped a few steps away, holding a takeout drink in one hand. Her eyes trailed between Phainon and the tall man beside him, lips curving in amusement as she connected the dots. “So this is the guy who makes you stare dreamily instead of focusing on work?”
Phainon nearly choked for the second time that day. His entire face reddened as he turned toward her, hands flailing like that might somehow erase her words from the air. “Hyacine! Don’t out me like that!” he whisper-shouted, looking around like the shoppers, or worse, Mydei might have overheard. “I have a charming persona to maintain here.”
“What charming persona?” Mydei’s voice came from next to him. Still focused on the back cover of the book in his hand.
Hyacine chuckled “I like him already!”
Phainon’s jaw dropped, eyes wide in betrayal as he looked between the two. “This is bullying!” he cried out dramatically. He could already see his downfall if these two ever teamed up against him. He would never survive their combined teasing.
He reached out for Mydei’s hand, drawing his attention from the book, desperate to change the subject. “Mydei, this is Hyacine—my friend from university and a coworker. She, uh…” he cleared his throat, “she puts up with me.”
Mydei glanced up at the short girl and gave her a polite nod. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Hyacine replied sweetly, flashing him a bright smile “Phai might be a disaster sometimes, but he’s not a bad person. Thank you for taking care of him!” she added.
Phainon gasped, nearly dropping Mydei’s hand. “What is that supposed to mean!?”
Before Hyacine could even answer, Mydei did. “It means you’re a lot to handle.” His expression was calm as always, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes that only Phainon—who studied every small reaction of his face—could notice.
“Mydeimos!” Phainon gawked at him “You are supposed to be on my side!”
Mydei's eyes slid back to the book, unbothered. “Says who?”
Hyacine laughed so hard she had to set down her cup on one of the shelves, afraid to spill the drink. Her eyes crinkled as she took in the sight of Phainon’s shocked and flustered state. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your date before I die from secondhand embarrassment.” She took a few deep breaths to calm her fit of laughter. “Remember to behave, Phai.”
“Me? I always behave!” he shot back defensively, which only made her laugh again.
As she turned to leave, Hyacine stopped in her tracks, turning back to Phainon. “Oh, and I’ll be waiting for all the details Monday morning. It’s the least you can do after blatantly ignoring me for half a week.”
Phainon’s shoulders sagged, defeat etched all over him. “I—ok, I will.” He sighed. He did owe her that much at least.
With a final wave, she disappeared into the non-fiction section of the store.
“She seems nice” Mydei said once she left, adding the book he was checking to the pile already in his hands, his tone almost offhand, like he didn’t just conspire in Phainon’s public humiliation.
“The nicest” Phainon admitted quickly, despite the teasing he was glad that they met, a small proof to Hyacine that Mydei was real, his, even if the girl had never doubted him about it.
They left the store not long after, with a new bag to carry, full of books this time. Passing by the food court on their way to the next store, Phainon’s stomach growled as if on cue, signaling to them it's time for lunch. Ten minutes later both men met at one of the empty tables, each with their own tray; Mydei with a chicken salad, and Phainon with a way too cheesy burger and a huge portion of fries, earning him a disbelieving look from his boyfriend.
Phainon unwrapped his burger like it was a treasure chest, taking a huge bite and groaning dramatically around it. “This is—fuck—this is amazing.”
Across from him, Mydei speared a piece of chicken from his salad with a raised eyebrow. “Amazingly greasy.” He deadpanned.
“Worth it” Phainon shot back, mid-chewing. “Your rabbit food has nothing on this masterpiece.”
Mydei hummed noncommittally, refusing to bite into Phainon's provocation, still eyeing the white-haired man's tray.
“You can steal a fry or two, you look like you want to.” Phainon offered.
“I don’t.”
He did. Almost half of Phainon’s fries, to be exact, plucked cleanly while he wasn’t looking.
Phainon caught him red-handed when Mydei reached for yet another one, and gasped in surprise. “You said you don’t want any!”
“I don’t” was all Mydei said, chewing on the fry he had just taken.
Phainon lifted the tray away from him when the younger man reached for one more fry with a smirk. “Unbelievable. First you steal my heart, now my fries. What’s next? My dignity?”
Mydei’s smirk deepened. “What dignity?”
“Rude!” Phainon almost choked for the third time, torn between being offended and ridiculously fond. Gods, he loved this. Loved the normalcy, the quiet rhythm of teasing each other like any other couple. It felt so natural, so right. He wanted to lean over and kiss the man in front of him so badly.
Meal finishes, he tugged at Mydei’s sleeve, dragging him to their next destination with renewed determination.
The glow of a lingerie store sign caught his eye mid walking and he stopped so suddenly that Mydei almost bumped into him. A grin spread across his face. “Wait. This way.”
Before Mydei could object, he pulled him inside. The displays were full of lace and silk in every shade imaginable. Mydei’s brows furrowed, skeptical, but Phainon was already moving through the displays like a man on a mission. It didn’t take long. He stopped in front of one of the racks, heart skipping a beat.
There it was. A deep red, sheer, lacy babydoll, the exact shade of Mydei’s ink. Delicate and bold all at once, with a small light blue bow tied at the front that added just enough softness to balance the fire of the color. Phainon knew it was the outfit, the one he wanted Mydei to wear. He didn’t even hesitate, grabbing the biggest size off the display rack and pressed it against Mydei’s chest with a triumphant grin. “This. This is perfect.”
“Really?” Mydei gave him the flattest look imaginable, lips pressed thin, but he didn’t push it away. That was all the permission Phainon needed. Practically buzzing with excitement, he walked straight for the register, not bothering to check anything else in the store.
The cashier, a young woman with a friendly smile, rang it up quickly, folding the delicate fabric into a small bag as he tapped his card at the payment terminal “I’m sure your girlfriend will love it.” She said with a smile.
“Girlfriend. Of course,” Phainon hesitated. His throat tightened, heat flooding up his neck. His mouth opened to laugh it off, it was a random comment, nothing he should even bother paying attention to. “A friendly chat this girl did with all customers” he tried reasoning with himself, but he was already feeling that familiar spiral creeping up—He and Mydei didn’t look like a couple to others. The thought upset him.
“Boyfriend.”
The single word stopped his inner spiraling. Something about the way Mydei said it so casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, erased his earlier thoughts, it didn’t matter what others were thinking about them, not when his own boyfriend proudly announced their relationship like that.
The cashier blinked slowly, looking between the two men, and smiled politely. “Oh! My apologies. Have a good day.”
Phainon’s chest swelled with happiness as they slowly made their way back to the parking lot, maneuvering through the crowds. He bumped into someone, not paying attention to where he was walking. The word “Boyfriend” echoed in his head. A month ago, Mydei barely allowed him to link their hands in public. And now, here he was, correcting a stranger without hesitation. Announcing he was his.
“I love you so much!” He leaned closer to Mydei, not noticing the fond look the man gave him back, smiling quietly to himself.
“I know.”
The entire drive back to Mydei’s apartment, Phainon was practically vibrating with impatience. All he could think of was his boyfriend trying on the lingerie, how good he would look in it, in something he chose. Phainon shoved the shopping bag into Mydei’s hands the second they walked through the door and turned to him with gleaming eyes. “Try it on. Please?”
Mydei sighed, slowly taking off his accessories and jacket. “No. You’ve seen me plenty of times in lingerie.”
Phainon pouted, leaning closer, mustering his best puppy face. “Come on. Mydei. It’s different! You’ll look so good—I need to see it.” He fluttered his eyelashes, holding Mydei’s forearm like the plea would not be effective enough without the touch.
Another sigh, low and resigned, left Mydei’s chest. “You’re not going to ‘just look’ at least be honest.”
“I am! Please?” Phainon tried again, a grin tugging at his lips when he could see Mydei’s resolve giving in. With reluctant steps, the younger man grabbed the set from the bag, disappearing into the bathroom.
Phainon sat on the edge of the couch, pulse racing already. He imagined how the lace would cling to Mydei’s muscular build, how the color would match perfectly, how the light blue ribbon would feel like a piece of himself on his boyfriend, but nothing prepared him for when Mydei stepped into the room.
The sheer lace hugged his curves better than he imagined, stretching over the large chest muscles. The little blue ribbon at the front tied it together in a way that made Phainon’s mouth go dry. The matching thong—Fuck, he didn’t even notice it was a thong—left nothing to imagination, framing the clean-shaven pussy, clinging to the puffy lips.
Phainon stared, dumbstruck, brain shutting down completely at the sight. It was so much better than any other lingerie Mydei owned, and he made sure to go through the ‘secret drawer’ and check them all. Bless Castorice for letting him know about that one.
There was no way he could only look after all. Phainon got up on his feet quickly. He crossed the room and pressed Mydei back against the nearest wall with a kiss that was messy and full of teeth. His hands roamed everywhere at once, grabbing the lace-covered flesh, fingertips digging into the sheer fabric, not caring if he tore it.
“Knew it.” Mydei chuckled against his mouth. “Though you seem more eager than usual.”
Phainon pulled back far enough to growl the words against his lips. “It’s because you’re wearing something I got you.” His hands slid down, tugging on a rosy nipple through the fabric as he littered Mydei’s neck with kisses, biting occasionally to leave marks.
“P—Phainon.” Mydei gasped, breathless from the teasing.
Hearing his name being said so needily fueled his hunger further. Phainon guided them back to the couch, urging Mydei to sit down, hands surprisingly steady as he spread his boyfriends’ legs apart, dropping to his knees between them like a worshipper at the altar. His eyes were blown wide with need as he pressed kisses to the inner thighs, fingertips rubbing the lace lazily, feeling the wetness seeping into the flimsy fabric. The sight made his head spin—Mydei, his boyfriend, spread out in lingerie he had chosen, already wet for him.
“Fuck” Phainon whispered, voice shaking with reverence as he pulled the fabric aside, leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from the base of Mydei’s pussy up to his clit, savoring the taste that hit his tongue instantly. He pressed in further, spreading the slickened folds, inhaling Mydei’s arousal. The sound he made was guttural, hungry. He wanted more.
Mydei breathed in sharply through his teeth, one of his hands came to rest on the back of Phainon’s head. “Always so greedy” he murmured, composure slowly fading with the pleasure he was given.
Greedy didn’t even begin to cover it. Phainon was set on devouring him, tongue flattening to lick broad strokes against his cunt, lapping and thrusting into the tight entrance until Mydei’s hips bucked into his mouth. He gripped the man’s legs tighter, fingers sinking into the muscle, holding him open as he continued his ministrations.
“Mydei—” he moaned against him, the sound vibrating through Mydei’s core. “You taste so good.” His lips latched onto his clit, sucking hard enough to make Mydei groan, before returning down to push his tongue inside, drinking up every drop of wetness he could find.
“Fuck… Phainon.”
Phainon pulled back, licking his lips, eyes almost black from how wide his pupils were blown. “I can't get enough of you.”
He dove back in like a man starved, tongue working reverently, alternating between thrusting inside him and flicking up to his swollen clit, worshipping his boyfriend’s pussy.
His free hand left Mydei’s thigh only to slide between his legs, two fingers pressing into the tight heat. He groaned, almost feral, when his digits slid in with no resistance. The wet squelch echoed loudly in his ears.
“So wet for me,” he muttered, mouthing at the outer lips, curling his fingers to hit that spot he knew would unravel him. “So perfect.”
Mydei’s composure cracked, his hips rolled to meet the thrust of Phainon’s fingers, breath hitching when the white-haired man’s tongue and hand worked in tandem to get him off. His head tilted back against the couch, free hand reaching to toy with his chest, moaning quietly when his nail grazed the previously abused nipple.
The sound drove Phainon insane. His own cock strained painfully against his sweats, untouched, but he didn’t care, not at the moment. All that mattered was tasting Mydei, making him fall apart. Phainon pulled his mouth off just enough to growl against his clit, his words hot against swollen flesh. “You don’t know how perfect you look. Wet and open for me. I could spend all day like this, eating you out until you can’t think straight.”
The grip in his hair tightened in response, pressing him deeper into the pussy. “You’re— fuck— Don’t stop!” Mydei’s moans were louder now, no longer restrained, clearly enjoying the dirty talk.
Phainon whimpered, enjoying the reaction he got from his boyfriend. He worked him harder, faster, chasing the sounds he craved, curling his fingers in a relentless rhythm while his tongue painted messy circles.
“Come on, princess, come for me—please. Let me feel you unravel.” His voice cracked, hoarse with need.
Mydei did, almost on command. His body arched, back rising from the couch, thighs clamping around Phainon’s head painfully. He came hard, a trickle of slick dripped down from his entrance, and Phainon drank it, savoring every drop, fingers and mouth refusing to stop even when Mydei tried pushing his face away, pleasure bordering on overstimulation.
Only when Mydei forcibly kicked him away with a foot to his face, Phainon pulled back, lips swollen and chin wet, eyes glazed with adoration. He looked up at him, panting. “Mine.”
“Possessive.” Mydei let out a quiet chuckle, fond and breathless. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Phainon grinned, crawling up his body to kiss him hungrily, lips still slick with the taste of him, sharing it back with no shame. “Do I hear a complaint?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm afraid you're still too coherent, my dear Mydeimos.” Phainon kissed him again, slower this time.
He lowered his sweats enough to free himself, hissing against his boyfriend’s lips as the cold air in the house hit his flushed length. Breaking the kiss, he panted between them “I need you. I need to be inside you.” He rutted against Mydei’s thigh, leaving a trail of precum there.
The younger man smiled. His amber eyes flicked down, and so did his hand, closing around the hard cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly. “You’re really that far gone already?”
“Yes!” The word tore out of him desperate, almost a whine, his forehead pressing into Mydei’s shoulder. “Please—please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Then stop talking and fuck me already.”
That’s all Phainon needed to hear, he lined himself up and dragged the head through Mydei’s slick cunt, shuddering at the obscene wet sound the contact created. His moan was low and guttural as he finally, finally pushed in, hips shaking as he sank deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. He pressed his face to the crook of Mydei’s neck, eyes squeezing shut, holding back with every ounce of his power from thrusting to let Mydei adjust. “Tight—so tight—oh God…”
Mydei exhaled, steady, even as his fingers curled at the couch cushions. “Don’t hold back” he reassured, giving a shallow thrust of his own to show that he was ready for him to start moving.
Phainon let out a broken whimper. He pulled out and drove back in hard enough for the slap of his balls on Mydei’s skin to echo in the quiet room. His moans spilled out freely, louder than he had been in weeks, probably as loud and needy as their first time. He was needier than usual after all.
His hands roamed frantically - clutching at Mydei’s waist, sliding up over the lace to squeeze his chest, pinching at a nipple over the fabric until Mydei groaned in response.
“Heavens, look at you— you’re so perfect” Phainon gasped, eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared into the tight heat, never tired of the sight of his lover taking him in so well, pussy stretched around him.
“You’re staring too much.” Mydei muttered, but the words had no bite with how flushed his face was, his legs wrapping instinctively around Phainon’s hips.
“I—Ah—Can’t help it—” Phainon was rutting harder, faster, his voice breaking on every thrust. His fingers found Mydei’s clit, rubbing it mercilessly as his cock drove deep, desperate to feel him clamp down on his length.
That finally drew a proper reaction from Mydei—a moan, rough and guttural, followed by a roll of his hips, then another, until he was matching Phainon’s rhythm, pussy clenching hard around him.
The sudden tightness dragged a cry from Phainon’s throat. “Mydei! Please come for me—please—” His words dissolved into whimpers, too far gone to stay coherent, rhythm stuttering as Mydei came a few thrusts later with a quiet cry of his own.
Phainon lost it instantly, burying himself deep and spilling inside with a wrecked moan, forehead pressed against Mydei’s collarbones, mouthing the skin. His hips jerked weakly through the aftershocks until the pleasurable drag on the velvety walls around his length became too much.
For a long moment, only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room. Phainon stayed buried inside, refusing to pull out yet, holding Mydei tightly. When he finally managed to use his words, they were hoarse, slurred with exhaustion. “Fuck—I can’t—God, you’re… you’re too much. Too good.”
Mydei let out a laugh, tired and breathless himself. “Haven’t seen you lose control like this for a while.”
“Couldn’t help it,” Phainon answered sheepishly, pressing sloppy kisses against his jaw, too dazed to say anything witty. He slowly pulled his softened length out, slumping on top of Mydei, hearing the man under him groan in… Was it annoyance?
“Mm, what’s wrong?” Phainon whispered, leaning in to kiss the scowl away.
“We have to wash the lingerie already” Mydei sighed, tugging at the soaked red lace. “When you claimed it was for the stream.”
Phainon laughed, a breathy, guilty sound that vibrated against Mydei’s lips. “Sorry…” his voice carried a teasing edge. “…but not really.”
Mydei’s fingers flicked his forehead sharply, making Phainon yelp and press a hand to the spot with a pout, but his lips betrayed him seconds later, lifting into a grin instead. He brushed his nose down the line of Mydei’s jaw, all the way to the base of his neck, inhaling the mix of sweat and remains of cologne. “Mm…you’re adorable when you’re annoyed,” he murmured.
Mydei sighed, a long exhale that vibrated against Phainon’s chest, and flicked his forehead again, lightly this time. “Get off, I’m going to shower.” He declared, pushing Phainon off of him.
The white-haired man let him get up, but not without a smack to his ass, earning a yelp from Mydei and a sharp glare that followed as the man turned around with a ‘hmph’.
“Wait for me!” Phainon exclaimed happily, about to stand up and follow.
“No. You stay here and clean the couch. It’s your mess sipping into the fabric.”
Phainon’s lip trembled slightly in a fake pout as he mustered his absolutely shameless kicked-puppy look. It usually worked, but this time, Mydei only rolled his eyes and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Phainon exhaled dreamily. He glanced down at the couch and touched the wet spot with the back of his hand, grimacing at the sticky feeling of his cum.
“Worth it though” he whispered to himself.
Phainon leaned back against the cushions, closing his eyes for a moment. In a week from now he’ll show everyone how perfect his Mydei is.
The thought made his chest tighten pleasantly—possessive, tender, and hopelessly in love all at once.
He couldn’t wait for next Saturday.