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Caelus wakes silently and without any motion to betray him. One of the skills from his hidden past as a Stellaron Hunter that could actually prove useful sometimes. (Now if he could also banish the nightmare from his mind, that he'd be mentally on top of things...)
Naturally, then, his ability to fake sleep convincingly is immediately called into question with a soft, "It's me."
Makes sense, though, for it to be Phainon and thus Okhema with its neverending godly light show - and so orientated he opens his eyes, which were getting the full brunt of brightness anyway, to his room on the Astral Express.
Next to Caelus bed, indeed, stands Phainon - burning from within with all the Glory of a Lord Ravager.
He's the most beautiful thing the Destruction has ever done, that it will ever do.
Now truly awake and acutely remembering everything, Caelus shuts his eyes to suppress his tears. He hasn't had the time to decompress, has barely begun to debrief the older Nameless and their Genius friends. For most of it, he also, simply, doesn't know what to say. The tragedy of Amphoreus isn't his to speak of.
The light behind his eyelids shifts and Caelus jackknifes up, reaching for someone who's barely moved at all. "Sorry, sorry - I'm slow in the mornings - come sit down, sit down."
The sharp growths covering Phainons hand like a glove recede into nothingness to allow him to gently catch Caelus hand. Phainon blinks at the subsequent tug, yet after a moment follows and climbs onto the bed. His wings splay over the blanket covering Caelus feet, heavy and warm even through the thick fabric.
The silence, though soft, grows increasingly awkward. Or maybe that's because of the many questions crowding his mind.
Are you okay? Are you safe? Can you live with this outcome? What will you do now? Do you still plan to fight Nanook? And what about Nous, who has certainly fucked up also? If I give you a phone, will you text me? Will we ever see each other again? (Before the end?) Why did you come? Does Pom-Pom know you are on the train? Can I touch your wings?
Phainon, noticing the attention on the feathers, promptly demateralizes the appendages. Denying him.
Letting slip a forelorn sound, Caelus wiggles his lonely toes.
One side of Phainons mouth pulls up, clearly taking undue amusement in denying his earnest yearning.
Joke's on him, without the extra limbs to consider Caelus has no reservations about pulling him further down. Phainon catches himself on his hand like he's surprised, like Caelus still has the ability to move him without his participation.
"You're cute."
Laughter, heavy and faint, yet still exactly as before.
Caelus loves him loves him loves him.
Phainon lowers himself that last bit, till they lie next to each other, with one on their back and the other on their stomach. For its only source to burrow into the bed shifts the light in the room. Caelus takes note only faintly, for he can't bear to look away from the sun.
Another silence descends. Since there are no fitting topics of conversation. The past is full of pain, their future inevitably moving in different directions, yet any lighter subject feels somehow inappropriate for the occasion.
But he can't stand it either, for them not to speak right now. Caelus opens his mouth and the truth falls out. "It's good to see you."
Golden lashes lower over burning eyes. In something not unlike bashfulness, Phainon turns his face further into the pillow. Until only a sliver remains to gaze upon.
"... yes." He agrees, low. Squeezes his hand.
Lovely.
And the distance, though narrowed, has again grown too far.
Caelus kicks the blanket away, rolls to plaster himself to the others side, and only once he's already committed to the move remembers he never bothered to put on any clothing after his bath.
Not that Phainon bats an eye.
Right, using an amphorean cultural standard, one would hardly consider this act particularly untoward. Moreover, the half naked guy breaking into his room in the middle of the night is not in any position to be scandalized.
Though thus justified, the initial self-consciousness lingers - and fails to go unnoticed.
Phainon shifts a little. "You alright, partner?"
"Just..." Tired? Hungry? Sad? Afraid? Vengeful? Empty? Glad to be home? Worried about the future? Concerned for you? Insert out of left field joke response? "Thinking too much."
Phainon hums, says, "You've worked hard."
Caelus turn to tighten his grasp on the others hand. He gathers all his bratiness to demand, "So hug me."
"Oh?" Phainon huffs. "I suppose if this is my heros desire I can only oblige." A beat as he shifts. "Though you'll have to let me up for that."
Well, if he has to. And Caelus kinda does, since some of those spikey growths, while looking absolutely sick, also appear rather likely to hurt to get in any soft part. Like the face, throat, armpit. Between the ribs. But what a way to go!
They roll till they face each other on their sides. The blanket once again preserves their modesty. Phainon cups Caelus face, so while this isn't actually the hug he asked for, Caelus deigns to indulge this whim for now.
"Will anyone come here?"
"They've sent me to rest." Caelus also brings the hand he's holding towards his face, nuzzling between both. Mumbles his words into skin, "Won't be disturbed."
Phainon takes this in, tilts Caelus head how he wants, leans forward and slots his mouth over Caelus own as if it is the most natural thing in the world.
Shock asserts itself first, then wondering what he's shocked at; That it's happening after all? Finally? Now? Like this??
Thirdly Caelus surges forward into the kiss. Turning something that was almost chaste, just a soft press of lips, lingering, into an act fueled by the passion which survived the end of a world.
Phainons mouth runs even hotter than the rest of him. Caelus wants to climb inside, see how much of the heat he can take for himself, but has to settle for climbing on top. Phainon ends his fumbling when he hoists him by the waist.
At last they've let go of their hold on each other. As such needing something else to grip, Caelus slides his hands through Phainons hair. Soft and fluffy and perfect for moving him as he likes, which deepens their kiss further.
They only pause to breathe. (Pant, really, chests heaving, too much too quickly.)
Or so Caelus thinks. As he leans in for more, Phainon speaks up, "I take it you aren't angry, partner?"
??? Clearly not.
But also, "That's why you ask first."
With a huff and his most charming smile, Phainon explains, "It's like you said. 'When you have the chance to make a choice, make one you know you won't regret.'"
Indeed - that's how Caelus lives his life.
Just that he would regret amorously assaulting a friend.
Reading something of his incredulity on his face, Phainon laughs. "I did have something of an inkling my advances wouldn't be unwelcome," he says as his gaze slides down like a searing touch to where he's rubbing Caelus hips.
Right. Fair enough! Even the Galactic Baseballer might have been hesitant to initiate naked cuddling with someone he sees only in a platonic light!!
More importantly, Phainon is now looking at his half-hard cock.
Because Caelus is a gentleman, he asks, "Do you want to take this further, then?"
In response Phainon steals another kiss.
Is this a good idea? Probably not. Both of them are freshly out of the trauma sea (and the waves of years washed one of them into deeper waters). And they never got or took the opportunity to talk about what's between them, always kept physically apart or mentally occupied, even if 'only' by innocent worry about the monumental, world-changing task set before them.
So, if the better webnovels Caelus has read are any indication, they should first talk, or at least slow down, ensure this isn't a life-affirming mistake.
But perhaps he isn't the better person on this bed after all, for he doesn't want to put a stop to this and he isn't going to, either.
In that case, he can only work to make this good.
Caelus feels up the body underneath him, blindly trying to get his clothes off.
It's not going well. What's even going on there?
Breaking off the kiss elicts the most pathetic whine. Fuck. He pets Phainons head. "This will work better naked," he further explains and promptly flings the superfluous blanket off the bed entirely.
Phainon nudges his head up into the caress, then looks down at himself. A seconds contemplation, another seconds concentration, and his pants burn up. Not even ash remains, yet everything else stays completely unscathed.
Caelus barely feels the power behind the act, only a brighter flash of warmth changing his seat to naked flesh. He blinks, tilts his head - and forgets any thought of commenting on how cool convenient that was when he notes Phainons now undeniable arousal.
After a long moment of stupefaction, he decisively ignores it.
Caelus attention rises while his touch slides down, reconvening on Phainons torso; hairless, chiseled and a longstanding point of fascination.
One hand kneads at the abs Caelus'd better get his mouth on today, the other cups a breast. "I always wanted to touch, you know? Public baths were a mistake."
Phainon twitches. For a second his grip approaches the edge of pain. Yet he gets a hold of himself and relaxes with a laugh. "I must disagree, partner. I always enjoyed seeing you."
"Did you see my bathtub? Obviously it can't compare, but it is big enough for two." Not that he's suggesting they move places, just making mindless banter as he feels up the others glorious chest.
Phainon runs hot here, too, hotter than in his extremities perhaps, yet there's no sweat or anything. Caelus promises himself he'll get him properly worked up.
"Yeah, I looked through the window."
Which is of course an insane thing to say about what's essentially a spaceship. Also, Caelus always thought the windows were tinted so it's impossible to see into the Express from outside. Welp.
"But let's keep that option for later, kay?" Phainon asks and, at the end of his patience, holds the stupefied Caelus in place while he grinds up.
Caelus slaps a hand over his mouth. Muffled, his moans are drowned out by the sounds of their bodies falling into place. Or perhaps that's the blood rushing in his ears. Regardless, Phainon sets his feet for leverage, that his raised knees jostle Caelus further forward. His cock rubs against Phainons taunt belly. When Caelus ass checks are spread apart to allow something to slot between he can only bite his fingers.
Immediately Phainon pull his wrist away and over their heads, offering his lips for biting instead. Caelus takes the invitation, a little aggrieved. Didn't he just explain how he wants to touch? What's the hurry??
Though he also likes this. Of course it feels good to grind against each other.
After a rough start Phainon slows down, forcefully gentling the kiss and the motions of their hips, everything turning languid and honey sweet with pleasure. One last lick at his lips, then his mouth slides down to suck at Caelus throat.
Caelus jerks, but what can he do? He barely has the leverage to move his lower body and follow their new rythm. Despite being 'on top' he feels on display, laid bare. He's flush with it, panting, his cock rock hard and drooling. He needs Phainon to mark him everywhere, to brand him and possess him.
Where before, in that endless yet too short time on their shared flame chase/trailblaze journey, his fantasies starring Phainon were sweet and fluffy and soft, now Caelus imaginings turn violent, stuff you shouldn't say aloud, if written in a lurid novel one would be hard pressed to find a place which would accept this publication.
But Phainon must feel similarily, Caelus assures himself deliriously at another greedy grope. Half of his ass will be bright red tomorrow.
As he's resting his upper body on Phainon, who far from bothered by the weight instead hums appreciatively, that (merely) leaves Caelus free to touch and caress with his remaining hand. And only then does he note that further otherwordly features disappeared at some point, the skin at Phainons shoulder perfectly smooth, without any spikes, gold or black or otherwise.
... damn. Caelus had yet to get enough of a look to satisfy his curiosity. (The universe is full of so many pretty aliens, and none of them care to let him look at them. Injustice or tragedy? Clearly it's both!)
Not a lot of time given to mourning the change. His pleasure crests and he whines. Loudly, any shame pushed aside.
Suddenly, it's too much. He jerks up, away. The colder air touching his damp throat, stiff nipples and raw cock has him gasping, barely able to get the words out. "Stop, stop! Slow - down!"
To Phainons credit, he halts immediately, the moment the protest registers. To half sit up he leans on one arm, hovering the other at Caelus side, carefully not touching. Wide eyes flicker all over, trying to find the problem even though he must already suspect it's in Caelus head.
Still, as for the what exactly, Caelus breathes and tries to calm down, tries to think. In the end, missing all adolescent memories he really can't say what brought this on. Without the necessary frame of reference he can't even hope to name his reaction. No matter.
Words are hard, at the moment, so he grasps Phainons hand. He pulls it to his face, nuzzling as Phainon breathes out audibly, accepting. Hopefully understanding his reassurance. Caelus thinks about kissing it, remembers that was just on his ass, kisses the back anyway. Closes his eyes, breathes.
Once he feels nearly ready, Phainon speak up.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry."
"There's no need for that - I'm annoyed at whatever happened for interrupting a perfectly good time." But now they stopped, now his thoughts run circles around him, the doubts grow louder than the remaining arousal. Caelus noses at Phainons wrist one last time, then ruefully sets it down, sits back further and says, "Let's stop here for today though, okay?"
Phainon frowns, sighs, smiles helplessly and -
"-eep that option for later, kay?" Phainon asks and, at the end of his patience, surges up to take Caelus mouth.
Their teeth clack. They tilt their heads for a better angle and then Caelus leans forward to rub their chests together just as Phainon sits up fully, misaligning their lips all over again. Phainon whines. Squeezes the fat at his hips when Caelus laughs. Fuck, like this he's even cuter! A thought underscored as Caelus feels something big twitch against his thigh.
To grow the adorable desperation, he carefully doesn't acknowledge that just yet. Instead he gives Phainon another kiss, happy to explore his mouth and be tasted in return. Caelus could do this all day, wants to, someday. Maybe in Aedes Elysiaes endless wheat fields, or more likely he'll discover some scenic spot elsewhere in the universe. He likes the 'childhood friends' backstory well enough, but how could a fantasy beat out the truth of things, beat out him proudly showing off the bounty he'll gain trailblazing? He truly wants to show him everything, wants to chain them together at the wrists that they'd have no choice but to go wherever attached at the hips.
Phainon turns his head, their cheeks rubbing as he whispers in his ear, "What are you thinking about at a time like this?"
Pleasure and intimacy making Caelus honest, he says, "Thinking about you - the next time we do this - what I want to do to you." Idly he twists one of the others nipples. "What are you thinking?" Then, voice lowered, "Talk to me?"
Phainon groans. Tilting his head till he catches Caelus eyes, he pouts, says, "I want you to focus only on now - only on me."
Since he asks so sweetly, even if the sentiment is near meaningless to speak aloud, something he'd do no matter what, of course, Caelus can only oblige as he grows flustered anyway. That strained voice, those burning eyes, all of it draws him in, has him sway close. Perfectly able to hear;
"Also, I think I'm close."
"!!" No, wait, how can you already be close, Caelus questions, conveniently ignoring how he himself grew to become unbearably hard at some unknown point. Nevertheless he whines, "But I want to draw things out." After all, as men, once they get off that will be it for the day, especially since they were already worked up and exhausted beforehand. Why are the Titans Aeons testing him so?
Phainon drops, head hanging, till he can rest his chin on Caelus collarbone. Thoroughly pathethic.
Watching this, Caelus flushes. Then again, forcing the other to come a bunch of times in a row also sounds...
Hands knead his waist, clearly wanting to touch more, but respectfully (obediently?) staying in place.
Caelus slides one hand into golden hair, gives a good scratch the way he would a chimera - or a dog, then forms a fist and forces Phainons head back. Sitting on the others lab, Caelus is a tiny bit taller, able to look down at him from above.
At some point Phainon lost his collar, as Caelus already mournfully noted half an age ago. But with his throat bared like this, it's also extremely tempting. "Remind me to mark up your throat later," Caelus absentmindedly says, pauses to further watch it bob around a swallow, then moves his attention where he meant to, taking the open lips with his own.
No matter how good he looks, he can't torment him. Not even with pleasure and regardless of his suspicion that Phainon would in fact enjoy himself very much. Advanced kink absolutely requires a prior conversation. Caelus sternly reminds himself of these facts, since he'd never forgive himself if he really fucked up here. The Destructions dangerous and near indistructable Lord Ravager is the last person in the universe he wants to see hurt.
They got the hang of making out quickly, now flowing between light and deep, harsh and soft, tender and near bruising. Having started strong, Caelus basically leaves control of the kiss to Phainon, instead considering their position and sneakily moving his hips.
He gets momentarily distracted rubbing himself on Phainons abs. But Caelus has a goal, after all (and if it actually wasn't long at all, well, what can he say, except that he can't resist?), and his free hand moves between them, taking hold of the others long unattended cock.
Only to immediately be jostled about when Phainon jerks. Caelus loses his grip and reaches for something to hold onto, landing on the shoulder before him even as the arms around his waist hold him in place. As suddenly as he's moved Phainon stills and, panting, apologizes. Aided by his big eyes, his expression appears faintly pained. Caelus tight grip on his hair probably forces his neck into an uncomfortable position.
But to how cute Phainon looks yet again Caelus can't pay attention, not when it's all drawn to where he can feel a massive length throbbing between his asschecks.
Tentaive, he grinds back against it. "Fuck. Is that what you want?" The thought has his hole twitching.
So, just as he's finding himself pleased with the arrangment, Phainon, clearly using all his willpower not to fuck up against him, nevertheless disagrees. "I want you to fuck me."
"Haa... alright." Caelus doesn't think about it too much. Since his favourite martyr has actually voiced a preference, using his words and everything, how could he not jump to it?
He takes Phainons bottom lip between his teeth one last time, then gives a push and a quiet "Wait here," before climbing off entirely to go collect the lube from the bathroom.
When Caelus returns he receives a thoroughly betrayed look. Phainon is tense all over, his hands fisting the sheets, having uses his all not to follow immediately. Sprawled out, chest shuddering, cock straining and glistening at the tip. Temptation incarnate.
"Good boy, waiting so patiently," more or less. Caelus halts with one knee on the bed, forced to consider positions if he doesn't want to torture them more later on. Also, to take in the view for a moment longer. "How do you want it?"
With interest Caelus watches his eyelids flutter, till movement further down draws his gaze to where Phainons legs spread apart.
"Oh?" He trails fingers up the inside of one softly glowing thigh. "Like this?"
"Please...!"
Fuck. Okay. Caelus scrambles to get between his legs and in the process almost throws the bottle. Only just better than braining either of them with it. He swallows. The view hardly differs from before and at the same time differs in its entirety. That's the power of implication, Caelus thinks as his cock twitches. "Okay."
He drops the lube, that he can feel up Phainons legs on both sides, as he deserves. This guy, "...remind me to give you a massage sometime." His legs are rock hard, half muscle, half knots. But also, Caelus just wants to be in this position again.
Phainon throws an arm over his face, leaving only his cute, cruel pout visible. Begging for a kiss, clearly, so Caelus can only lean up for a lick.
Then he sits back down, gets a better grip and finally spreads Phainons legs further apart. There's no resistance. Though he suspects he could easily push past the point most others would be shouting, he forces himself to let go at a reasonable point. Or as it happens, a tiny little bit beyond that.
Fuck. Okay. Caelus fumbles for the lube, pours till his hand can't hold anymore, then has a moments trouble closing the bottle again.
By chance he meets Phainons eye, who looks to see what the wait is about just in time to watch Caelus make a fool of himself. They smile at each other, amused and embarrassed.
"You are sure about this?" Caelus checks before he goes any further.
Phainon turns his face to his shoulder, hiding again even as he nods.
Caelus licks his lips. "Tell me when it feels bad - and when it feels good," he says and reaches for the prize.
Wet fingers rub over the soft, yielding hole. Haa... this place, too, seems to tempt him to put his mouth on it? Instead Caelus turns his head to bite a thigh as he applies pressure.
This part of Phainon is relaxed enough and opens easily. Thanks to ample lubrication, his finger slides right into searing heat. Caelus mentally praises his past self for habitually keeping his nails short. He feels around freely even as the walls sequeeze him, making sure to keep gentle with this part even as his jaw clamps down.
His gaze remains on where their bodies connect, already envisioning joining together more deeply. Thus, he says, "I'll give you another, alright?" And does exactly that without waiting for confirmation. With two fingers he goes to fuck in directly, simulating the act.
Hips twitching, Phainon bites off a noise, but how could Caelus not hear? They rest admidst the stars, nearly alone, and no other sounds echo in their compartment of the Express. Though regretful, Caelus forces himself to let go of the flesh between his teeth. He looks up.
Phainons face hides in the pillows and behind his arm. But his perfect chest heaves and the pulse at his throat flutters visibly. Not to mention his cock, hard as ever, bobbing cheerfully as it drips onto his abs.
"Does it feel good, partner?" Caelus licks his lips. Though Phainons hand twists in the sheets and his inner walls twitch terribly, he gives no actual acknowledgement. With a huffed laugh, Caelus still his fingers. "Not going to answer me? Then, that means-" it feels bad? He's about to slowly slowly slowly pull out.
But perhaps sensing his wicked intentions, Phainon swallows and speaks up, "Give me more."
Caelus nuzzles at the nearest thigh, and plaintative now, asks, "Look at me? Please. I want to see your face."
"Later." Phainon shakes his head. His legs clamp tight around Caelus, preventing any escape.
"Haa... Alright??" Not really; what does that mean? But then it's not like Caelus can force him. For now, he lets the matter go with a pout.
He fucks his fingers back in. Pauses to add more lube, carefully stretches the entrance to his satisfaction and at last fullfills his request by shoving three fingers in.
"You take it so well." And Phainon does. Whether already experienced or aided by his special physique, fortunately the preparation proceeds well. Nothing less sexy than accidental injuries... "I would like to hear that you like it, though?"
Phainon sighs, half in annoyance, half in pleasure. He kicks Caelus back with a heel.
All this time Caelus has been overthinking due to insecurity, as not only is this their first time, but as far as he can remember it's also the first time he has done anything like that with someone else. And now, he likes the other person so much, but neither of them are in a particularly good state of mind... So he is indeed concerned about making it good. But the other person refuses to play along, keeping quiet, hiding his expression, swallowing back most noises... completely not giving any indication one way or the other.
Caelus nuzzles at Phainons cock, licks up some cum and finally bites at his abdominal muscles.
Since this is the situation, he can only continue. Either Phainon will speak up, or he'll be brought to lose his composure.
With one hand Caelus stretches the hot insides further, with the other he slicks his cock. Then he has to take a long minute to calm back down, feeling ready to pop off at any moment. Even concentrating his ministrations on Phainon makes him hot. Though a demigod, Caelus is only mortal, still. What can he do?
Phainon looks, feels and smells good - only the taste of his cum leaves something to be desired. Caelus licks up some more, only to realize this didn't aid the original goal whatsoever. Surprisingly enough eating his sweethearts cum while their cock twitches right next to his face also gets the (metaphorical, non-stellaron) fire in Caelus belly burning.
He bites resentfully at Phainons hip. Moving his hand till he's only barely inside, he spreads his fingers, testing whether the opening has been stretched and prepared enough. Should be fine? Caelus cock isn't too big. He keeps his fingers moving at the entrance, pressing his teeth in harder before letting up to speak, "I need you now, is that okay?"
After a moment and a shuddering exhale, Phainon nods.
"Ha!"
Additionally, his hole twitches like crazy. Getting more shy now? Caelus rubs harder, even trying a little more dirty talk, "You feel so good - I really can't wait."
He finally pulls out, crawls into position and pushes Phainons legs apart, not forgetting to grope the muscles and press on the bite mark he left earlier. Because Phainons hole gapes a tiny little bit, lube drips out. Impossibly erotic. With their groins already nearly touching, Caelus probably can't lean down far enough to get his mouth on the others cock as a distraction. In that case... he quickly figures everything out, instructs Phainon to keep his legs wide open and at last grips his cock.
Caelus guides himself forward. His crown pushes and the opening obligingly gives way. It takes all Caelus self-control to keep a measured speed, feeding his cock inside. Phainons body is hot and wet and so fucking tight. Fluttering like crazy while his legs clamp onto Caelus sides. He graps Phainons hips in return, eventually pulling him closer that miniscule last distance, to get deep in there, only stilling his motions when his balls rest right up against his ass.
With his back bowed till his forehead rests against Phainons chest, he can feel both their unsteady breathing. At least he's not alone in needing a moment to adjust. After panting for a minute, Caelus remembers his plan to suck on Phainons tits. Oh well. Following the idea that it's never too late to have a good time, he stretches to get his mouth on one pebbled nipple.
Caelus uses his tongue and teeth, then covers it all with his lips and sucks, aiming for another love bite. A hand gripping his hair preempts him.
Caelus moans. His hips jerk, grinding fruitlessly. From his scalp the pleasure runs like an electric current through his cock and back.
"?"
... good to know.
He looks up as far as allowed, but though the offending arm is now otherwise occupied, he can still see hardly anything with Phainons head thrown back like that. After getting a few more licks and one last bite in, Caelus sits up for a better view.
Bitten lips, flushed skin, clenched eyes and wet lashes, effortlessly stimulating the desire to bully him in turn, but first, "You okay?"
Phainon takes a deep breath and on the exhale relaxes somewhat, actually meeting his eyes. He nods, says, "You can move." To underscore his point even that place down there loosens slightly.
Caelus caresses the arm all the way up till he can intertwine their fingers, then moves it out of his hair to lick at his palm. Flustered by this of all things, Phainon quickly pulls away. Yet he doesn't seperate their hands, leaving them both something to hold onto.
"As you wish," Caelus says and without breaking eyecontact for a moment begins to purposefully move his hips. Fascinated, he watches Phainons eyelids tremble.
Sensations everywhere. They're touching all over. Sweaty on feverish skin, rubbing and pressing on sensitive and scarred patches alike. And then there's the view, even keeping solely to Phainons face, Caelus almost can't stand it.
He squeezes the others hand. "Haa... you are too beautiful."
Phainon jerks. He grits his teeth, trying to swallow any reaction, but how can he hope to hide when his insides twitch like crazy?
"Fuck!" Caelus grinds deep, pulls out almost to the tip, then begins to really put his back into it. Caution abandoned, he fucks in. "You're really, really - cute!"
And to this heartfelt compliment Phainon responds by pushing his face away with a warning, "Partner...!"
Caelus presses their hands next to Phainons head and at last leans in to take his mouth. Phainon gasps, practically inviting him inside, so Caelus can only fall further. Actually he's a little short to both fuck and kiss such a tall lover, but Phainon instinctually helps out by hooking his legs higher up over Caelus back and curling up a little.
A wordless plea; Phainon reallly really wants it.
Caelus answers the moan he swallows with a groan of his own. As he concentrates on lavishing love on the beauitful man beneath him, Phainon clutches him closer and takes him deeper. At every slight shift wet sounds originate above and below.
A sense of danger intrudes on the haze he's in when Phainon scratches up his back. Before Phainon had been ripping up the sheets, still self-aware enough to fear using his strength on vulnerable flesh. Now one hand claws at the skin over Caelus spine, setting off some instinctual alarm in his head.
But Phainon just looks so good out of his mind because of him, how could he jeopardize that? Caelus lips wander over glowing skin till he can bite at the sun decorating his throat.
The reaction is glorious; Phainon arches his back, shouting. Their chests rub together, like Caelus fantasizied about often, but he's distracted by the thing poking his abdomen. He breathes over the bruise he made, allowing both of them a moment. His back sends signals of pain, bound to go unacknowledged. But he can't let it get to the point Phainon would later upset himself over.
So as Caelus sits back on his haunches he catches Phainons second arm, too. Considers. Says, "You should touch yourself," and helpfully moves one hand to cup an ample chest, the other his cock.
Phainon whines, but indeed gropes himself near unconsciously. What other choice does he have? Caelus stilled his hips again, his inexperience unintentionally provoking once more. Getting teased like this, others might have protested or taken things into their own hands long ago.
"I feel a little bad, but you asked for this, after all..." he sighs as he watches. His gaze slides up and down, stalling for a few extra seconds at the pout on Phainons lips and where he's jerking his cock. Fully hard and angry red with arousal, it seems huge. Bigger than Caelus own for sure.
And that perfect cock bobs and drools uselessly while he writhes around another man.
Caelus rocks forward at the thought, content to abandon any restraint. "I can't - hold on any longer!"
"Pa-artner!" Phainon throws his head back, but at least keeps his hands where ordered. Caelus decides to be forgiving, as it seems he has found a particularly sensitive spot inside. Going forward, he aims his thrusts there. Even a success rate of less than half has the one underneath shuddering and whining. With such a sweet reward, of course Caelus works harder.
"You need it there, huh?" he mutters and pulls Phainon closer by his hips.
They've migrated up the bed with the force of their fucking and are now running out of space in that direction. The room appears brighter now, too, the sweat on glowing skin scattering the light differently.
Drawing all the worlds gaze. Caelus leans forward to cover him with his body, unwilling to share the sight. Phainon reaches further down with a mournful noise.
"?" He vaguely gathers the new position isn't as good, but Phainon acts first, throwing one of his legs over Caelus shoulder.
"Fuck!" How flexible can one be? He curiously tests moving the legs further up, till Phainons feet hang near his ears as he's forced to hold himself spread open like that. In this position Caelus can use more force, his balls slapping against Phainons firm ass on every thrust. Though the sound is drowned out by their moaning. Just further proof that outragous porn has led him right, mating press is where it's at. He mutters, "Now if only we could make babies."
Existence whites out as Phainon goes supernova.
... Caelus blinks the spots from his vision. Beneath him, Phainon has gone boneless, his limbs spread wherever. After a long moment, Caelus realizes that, probably, that was his orgasm? There's lots more cum on his belly now. His dazed half-lidded expression was already lethal, but knowing that this is Phainons post-orgasmic face...!
Caelus leans to lick into his mouth, can't not.
"You're too cute!" If only he could keep him hidden away in his bed forevermore.
For now he needs to fuck him a little more. At least he needs to fill him up. That should be included in 'fucking him', right? "I can, right, partner?? If you don't want it, say something~"
Phainon doesn't protest, in the end, only whimpering a tiny bit when Caelus fucks in, grinding deep. Along with his body, his hole is loose and relaxed now, too, but at this point Caelus doesn't need much. Knowing that this state is because of him, that he did this, that Phainon is wet and loose and welcoming for him -
He cums with a gasp and far less ceremony.
The afterglow lingers till the squirming underneath him becomes too much. Caelus puts his teeth to the nearest skin, but doesn't dare go harder now he's clearheaded. He gives the area a kiss instead.
"If you want me to get off, you'll need to let me go," he says, briefly straining against the arms around his back.
Phainon grumbles and tightens his hold. His hole, too, making the both of them whimper. After that he knocks their foreheads together, but does relinquish Caelus.
They untangle with reluctance.
Caelus falls to the side for now, exhausted and kinda sleepy. But first, "You're okay?"
"I'm great." Phainon stretches in demonstration. It highlights the various marks and fluids covering him.
A great look, undoubtedly, but it does mean that even aside from his cock trying to stand up again, Caelus absolutely can't go to sleep just yet. "Do you want to take a bath? Otherwise I can fetch a cloth...?"
Expression flickering, Phainon runs his fingers through the mess on his stomach, rolls over and kisses Caelus. "You need a bath too."
Indeed, he's a mess as well. Caelus considers explaining that he possesses more than one towel. But why would he? "Then let's go." Though he says that, he actually scrambles to his feet and before Phainon can follow, hefts him into his arms.
Phainon laughs, radiant. Not for the first time Caelus heart lurches, wanting to fall out of his chest and into the mans lap.
After just a dozen steps he has to set him on his feet beside the bathtub as he doesn't quite trust his strength to safely lower him right now. Not that Phainon appears dissatisfied with this half-hearted transport. Rather he smiles widely and his arms still around Caelus neck, noses at his forehead. Caelus wraps his own arms round his waist, finally relaxing into that longed for hug.
An interminable amount of time passes this way. If they were other people they'd have definitely grown cold at some point, naked and sweaty as they are, but he supposes neither of them has that problem. Instead, because they shift slightly they near simultanously realize the drying fluids are becoming too gross to ignore any longer.
They part reluctanly. Caelus hurries to turn on the water, then as he watches the tub fill up realizes probably washing off the worst of it should have come first? But Phainon, possibly completely ignorant to the concept of a shower, has already set one foot inside.
Caelus rubs at his eyes, shakes his head, says, "I can change the temperature?"
Phainon puts his hands between his legs into the rapidly rising water. Shrugs. Caelus leans down to feel the temperature for himself. Pleasant enough, especially when he remembers that he was just thinking about their general indifference on this matter. After pouring in some of his bubblebath he turns the water off and climbs in.
Then he has to climb out again to fetch his favourite sponge. Who knows how it always ends up in that far corner?
Phainon watches all that bemusedly, from under lowering lashes. If he falls asleep here they'll have to spend the night in the bathtub...
Caelus crawls forward between Phainons legs, seeing his pulse jump in his throat with some satisfaction, clearly a little more awake now as he opens his body up to Caelus ministrations and caresses. Though the perfect opportunity for further groping ala Caelus Marmoreal Palace fantasies, he keeps things tame and handles Phainon with the appropriate care instead. Too exhausted to be a perv.
Eventually he ditches the sponge to fish for a bar of soap and like he's waited for it, Phainon intercepts him, suddenly crowding him against the side of the tub and climbing into his lap.
"My turn," he says and proceeds to wash Caelus, demonstrating a far more reverent and methodical way. Probably Amphoreans with their public bathhouses have a whole culture about it? Caelus hides his flustered face in Phainons shoulder. So of course Phainon laughs at him softly. "I think you're the one who's cute."
In light of those words Caelus has to abandon his swing halfway. But then how to convey his feelings? He licks him. Mumbles, "We are both cute. That's why-" we should have kids.
Insert joke about the demigod of worldbearing here. Either of them.
Caelus puts as much space between them as he can bear (and get, with the other in his lap) only to glimps Phainons curious expression, inviting him to finish his sentence.
"Remind me to tell you this thought some other time. When I'm more awake and conscious." Caelus really feels quite delirious, looking up at Phainons beautiful, pouty face while his full weight rests on his lap, his sculpted body still glowing steadily but now with water droplets creating an entirely different light effect.
"You can bet I will, partner." Phainon slicks Caelus hair back. "And you're cuter."
Childishly, Caelus lets himself be drawn into the argument after all. It drags on as they climb out, dry each other with more towels than strictly necessary, and all the way back to his main room and his bed. There the words trail off as they stall.
"You have to go." Caelus manfully doesn't pose the fact as a question.
Phainon closes his eyes.
Should have started a water fight in the bath. Caelus lets a towel drop to grasps his hand instead, then doesn't know where to go from there.
"We'll see each other again," Phainon promises, perhaps somewhat naively. What does he know about the vastness of the universe and the fleetingness of mortal lives?
Caelus has a role to play in the Script while Phainon has his self-set goal to kill an Aeon. Even should those things turn out to be connected...
He cuts the thought off. Drags up a hopelessly fond smile and says, helplessly, "Then I'll look forward to the time when we'll next act as two halves of the same hero."
Phainon surges forward and kisses him, kisses him, kisses him. He stops to squeeze his hand, press his lips to Caelus forehead, then disappears right out of his grasp. Plunging Caelus room and life into the darkness found only between stars.