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“Chug, chug, chug, chug!”
Phainon grimaces, throwing a harsh glance at his friends before grabbing the cup that was placed in front of him and raising it to his mouth. The sounds of his friends and other partygoers egging him on turning into loud cheers and whistles. He coughs from the rancid taste of the alcoholic concoction burning his esophagus made by his so-called friends. Also, he’s nearly certain that Cipher cheated in the last round.
“Fuck,” Phainon spat out, hand on his throat. Hyacine placed a hand on his shoulder, grabbing his attention, “water?”
He nodded, taking the cup from her hand as she handed it over with a simple thanks; eternally grateful. Cipher cackled from somewhere across from him, “that’s what you get for drawing two of spades!”
Intent on ignoring her shrilly laughter, Phainon turned around to look for a door. Anything to get him out of the club scene for just a minute, he begged. Hyacine eyed him subtly, “Mydei’s at the bar.”
Phainon’s head swivels in haste; everything spins from the excessive alcohol intake bubbling in his stomach. He brings up a hand to cover his mouth, desperate to stop himself from puking in a raggedy club. He struggles to remember the prior conversation with Hyacine and the abrupt reference to Mydei’s location. Too drunk to even remember, he just shook it off and thanked her once more, heading to the bar. It takes him less than 5 seconds to find Mydei, tripping over himself to get to him.
“Hey,” Mydei clutched his forearm before he could humiliatingly tumble to the floor, “careful.”
Castorice from beside him looked at him worryingly, “Phainon, are you okay?”
Phainon swallowed, “yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I was just…” he hesitated, mind going black, “uh, Mydei?”
Mydei gave him a bemused look, gripping his arm tighter, “yeah? Do you need anything? Should I take you home?”
“No,” Phainon whined, shaking his head. He leaned forward, nuzzling into Mydei’s throat, “I just missed you.”
He felt Mydei tense beneath his touch, but his brain couldn’t understand the reason behind it. Instead of focusing on that, his mind drifted away; he was feeling kind of hungry despite having eaten about 2 hours ago. Cake sounds nice, wishing for a way to magically get ahold of some kind of sweet treat. Maybe some ice cream cake? Or even… macarons.
The body beneath him shuffles, grabbing hold of his hips. Surprised, Phainon leans back, “wha—Mydei?!”
Mydei grunts, “Phainon, what are you—”
“—when did you get here?”
Mydei lifts his chin up, real gentle. “I’ve been here the entire time, how drunk are you?” He tries answering, but all that comes out is an intelligible gurgle. He distantly hears a female sigh of concern, “maybe you should take him home.”
Mydei frowns and glances at Phainon, who stares back at him. There’s a resplendent blush on his face, Phainon notes, eyes drifting downwards. Absentmindedly leaning forward until he catches himself, jumping backwards in shock. Blinking wildly. He sees Mydei’s hands clenching and unclenching by his sides.
“Okay, that’s it.” Mydei grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward and placing his free hand around his shoulder, “I’m taking you home.”
Phainon passes out the second he gets in his car, waking up in increments throughout the ride. Glimpses of the drive home invade his dreams. He can barely walk to his door, leading to Mydei holding onto his waist to hold him up. Despite the burden that he is, Mydei is being extremely gentle. Phainon is sure his heart is about to burst from the tenderness of his touch. “Mydei?” he pipes up, voice pillowy and soft, “do… Do you like me?”
Mydei startles, almost letting go of his hold on Phainon, “what?”
His voice slows when he asks, “Are we still friends?”
Those wide doe eyes - framed by thick black glasses - he was directing at him made Mydei want to confess all his sins. He didn’t. He just said, “yes, why wouldn’t we be?” He shifts his hold on him, rummaging through Phainon's jean pockets to pluck his keys out.
“Good,” Phainon mumbles, slurring his words, “because I would be so sad without you”
Mydei didn’t say anything in response, only tightened his hold. Phainon giggled, room spinning. The last thing he remembers before blacking out was the airy whisper of his name.
The sweet, sweet smell of honeycakes wafted into his room the moment he woke up. Usually an early riser for morning jogs, Phainon recognized the stark difference in his routine. Mainly, the motherfucking beast of a headache pounding relentlessly. Oh, and the soreness of his limbs. He grumbles as he aimlessly tries to get hold of his glasses. The hangover was clearly disturbing his ability to think as well, considering he never questioned the scent until he walked into a wild Mydeimos, donned in his apron, flipping honeycakes on the stove.
“...Mydei?” Phainon titled his head in confusion, “when did you…?”
Mydei sighed, seemingly put out, “who do you think brought you home, Khaslana.” Oof, full government name. Phainon winced apologetically, “oops, forgot.”
Mydei rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the gray bar stool with a backrest that was situated invitingly for him, Phainon clambers onto. Or so he tells himself as he plants his backside on the seat, leaning onto the kitchen island, “thank you.”
“...” Mydei gazes into his eyes, as if testing the authenticity of his words, “no problem.”
Phainon beams at him, “and for the honeycakes too, you know you didn’t have to, right?”
“Who said I made any for you?” Mydei quips back, not looking at him. Phainon chuckles, “well then, you could’ve gone home instead.”
Mydei doesn’t respond, caught red-handed. The two steep in the silence. The comfortable quiet of the living room is a soothing balm for the otherwise rage inducing headache. Phainon watches Mydei as he flits around the kitchen like it's exactly he belongs. In his home. The beat of Phainon’s heart races just a tad bit faster.
Their peaceful bubble is broken by the sudden shove of his front door opening. In comes Hyacine and Castorice, with the former exclaiming, “Phai, I knew you’d be hungover so I brought you some seaweed…” she freezes momentarily, witnessing the scene in front of her, “soup.”
Phainon pushes himself back with his hands on the kitchen counter, “ah, thank you, Cinny.”
She stares. Castorice unsubtly nudges her with her elbow, prompting her to move forward with the soup encased in a plastic bag, “uh… here,” she places it on the kitchen counter, “um – my apologies I wasn’t aware that Mydei… did – are you cooking…?”
Castorice clears her throat before Mydei could get the chance to respond, “which is an extremely nice thing to do!”
“Yes! Uh – yeah…” Hyacine blubbers, hands gesturing vaguely, “oh great heavens,” she facepalms forcefully, causing both Phainon and Mydei to wince seeing the bright red mark on her forehead of her own making, “I seem to have forgotten – uh forgotten my, my – uh paper at home, it’s due tonight. I – bye!”
Hyacine practically drags Castorice out by the elbow, the latter waving with a warm smile on her face.
Phainon blinked.
“What… was that?”
Mydei shrugs, unbothered, “who knows.” Wanting an answer, Phainon fishes out his phone.
“Weird,” Phainon mumbled, shutting off his phone. When he glanced up, Mydei was already done with the food; placing a plate of stacked honeycakes in front of Phainon. “Here. Eat.”
Didn’t have to tell him twice, he thought as he devoured the food like a starving kitten, saying, “titans, Mydei, I love eating your cooking.”
Abruptly, he heard the clatter of a utensil falling. “Shit.”
Phainon’s eyes shifted upwards from his food, catching sight of Mydei coming back up from picking up his fork, his ears dusted red. Not wanting to trouble him, Phainon leaves it be. Anyways, he went out of his way to feed Phainon without him asking, he can do him this one kindness. Phainon nods to himself, ignoring the fluttering of his stomach. Probably just his hangover.
“I told you,” Mydei begins but Phainon groans, cutting him off - not at all repentant, “Mydei, it’s fine, it’s not even that cold.”
Mydei appears to disagree, his mouth twisting into a frown. Phainon teasingly pulls on Mydei’s scarf, pulling him in closer, “you’re such a worrier, Mydei.”
“...Hmph.”
Phainon chuckles, a feathery light thing. They soon arrive at Cipher’s place; Phainon’s nose, cheeks and eyes highlighted by a bright red flush from the cold. Mydei pushes him in first, muttering about careless idiots. Cipher holds out her hand, one hand on her hip. Phainon gives her a look that says ‘really?’ but drops his bag filled with microwavable popcorn bags, gummies and soda pop unceremoniously into her waiting hand. The ‘price’ for coming to her place, like always.
Phainon plops himself down on the floor, mindful of Castorice’s legs as he sits near the edge. “So which movie did we decide on for today?”
“I was thinking Knives Out,” Hyacine offers, scrolling on her phone. Castorice hummed from beside her, “or we could watch a horror movie?”
Cipher makes a sound that’s similar to the noise of a buzzer indicating the wrong answer, “I’d prefer comedy, actually, thank you very much. Even a romcom at this point.”
Mydei huffs, a slight smirk on his face as he seats himself beside Phainon, “of course.”
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”
Castorice giggles, hand covering her mouth, “he’s right, Cipher, you’re always the loudest when we watch a horror movie.”
Hyacine nods fervently, a sunny smile stretching her lips. Phainon sneezes, a chorus of ‘bless yous’ follow right after. “I think we should watch an animated movie. What about Flow, the one about the cat?”
Mydei visibly perks up, causing Phainon to despise his laugh with a cough. Based on the side eye he receives from him, he definitely noticed. Cipher claps her hands together, “ooh, yes!”
Since everyone seems to be on board, they didn’t take too long setting up the movie for the night. Phainon thought it was an enjoyable movie, mostly. Had he not fallen asleep near the end of the movie, he’d probably have a more decisive opinion regarding the film but as the night went on, the colder Phainon felt. He kept shivering and it just made him even more exhausted than usual. Eventually, unbeknownst to himself, he passes out – head leaning on Mydei’s shoulder. Glasses skewed.
He wakes to someone hissing his name, and shaking him. “Phaino—Khaos.”
His head shoots up in alarm. “M – Mydei?”
Mydei sighs, he looks over to the kitchen before glancing back at him, “been trying to wake up for the last half hour.”
Phainon groans, stretching his arms like a cat. “Sorry,” he yawns, getting up. Mydei waits patiently, watching him as he sluggishly turns to find his jacket. “Listen,” Mydei clears his throat, “give me your shirt.”
Scandalized, Phainon blurts, “what!”
Mydei grumbles out a frustrated sound, “Your shirt, my hoodie. Switch.”
“No, it’s fine, d—” too late, Mydei is already stripping his hoodie off, and even though Phainon had just woken up from that impromptu nap, his heart was already starting to beat faster and faster with each second Mydei took. Phainon was always aware of his attractive physique; that did not mean he wasn’t flustered each time he saw it. Fumbling with his own shirt, Phainon hastily shoved it into Mydei’s hands, wearing his hoodie. The distinct smell of something earthy like cocoa and lavender had him freezing in place.
It’s not what he expected, but it was nice, nonetheless. Addictive.
When his eyes meet Mydei’s, he can't help but note how blown out his pupils are. His lips parted, unable to look away. The moment is broken when Cifera struts in, “you’re finally awake.”
Phainon nods hesitantly, mind still stuck on – whatever that was – a moment ago. Mydei moved to the door, boots and puffer jacket, along with his thick scarf already on. “Thanks for inviting us!” Phainon intoned as they exited Cipher’s apartment, Mydei waving farewell beside him.
“Mydei, your hoodie,” Phainon brought up, intending to ask if he should wash it before returning it but Mydei was already ahead of him, saying, “keep it, you seemed to like it.”
Phainon blushes, gaping. “Uh, no, it’s yours – I shouldn’t.”
“It’s fine,” Mydei rolls his eyes playfully, “it suits you.”
Phainon bites the inside of his cheek. When Mydei turns to glance at him, he smiles; bright and wide. At that, Mydei blinked, eyes softening imperceptibly, his mouth twitching as if trying to hold back his own smile.
Sometimes. Sometimes, Mydei has this habit of staring. It frightens Phainon, as he ponders the possibility of Mydei having realized his feelings for him. Maybe he’s trying to find a way to gently let him down, reject him once and for all.
Regardless of the reason, every time Phainon finds himself catching him in the act, his traitorous heart flutters endlessly. But what catches him the most isn’t the fact that he’s staring but the intensity of his gaze. Even when caught, Mydei’s eyes bore into his with such a ferocity that Phainon cannot turn away. It often leaves him confused. And hopeful at times.
If there’s something he cherishes more than his own life, it’s his friendship with Mydei. Meaning, he cannot – by any means – take the risk. The fact that he has this is enough. It has to be.
It’s the hardest to ignore whenever Phainon’s alone, or to be more exact, tries to be.
One night, when he and his friends decided on going out for the night to star gaze, Phainon took a moment to be alone. They were at a local beach, with only a couple residents seen walking around. Aside from that, it was just their friend group hanging out. Phainon stood near the edge of the water, crouching down to flit his hand through the ocean waves. Sand occasionally slipping through his fingers.
“What are you thinking about?” The one presence that haunts his very dreams has found him again. Like he always does. Phainon holds back a sigh, “nothing.”
“Hm…”
Phainon throws him a glance, “honestly, nothing. I’m not lying.”
Mydei huffs dryly, “never said you were.”
“Why’d you come here?”
“...you’re acting odd. Less talkative.”
Phainon blinked away inconspicuous tears, the darkness of the night hopefully shielding his face, “what, I can’t enjoy the silence in solitude for once?”
His voice comes out snappier than he likes, but at this moment he couldn’t care less. Mydei doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, as he simply says, “sure, if you’re not moping the way that you are.”
“I’m not… moping,” Phainon scoffs, “I am just,” he stalls, hand dipped in the water, “enjoying the peace, as they say.”
“Oh,” Mydei intones, “enjoying the peace, yes, that’s why you’re pouting and lurking.”
“Stop teasing me,” Phainon whines dramatically, nudging Mydei with his shoulder. Cupping his hands to fill it with water, he pours some of it onto Mydei’s hair. Causing him to groan loudly, and shove Phainon away from him. Splashing him back to retaliate.
“Hah,” Phainon laughed in triumph when Mydei tried again, only to fail. His laughter was louder than he intended it to be. Mydei’s eyes held a fond look, a small smile on his countenance as he mumbled, “there you are.”
“Did you say something?” Phainon tilted his head in question, but Mydei shook his head in response, “c’mon, let’s join the others. They should be done setting up the telescope by now.”
Phainon has known Mydei for a substantial amount of time. Ever since the start of university, in fact, which would make it longer than 4 years now that they’ve long since graduated from undergrad. However, he knows that Mydei has had another friend group since high school. One that he’s never had the pleasure of meeting as of yet.
Well, until today.
It wasn’t a planned encounter. Phainon had showed up at a coffee shop to meet up with a friend to work on his thesis with… In Mydei’s hoodie. In his defense, Mydei did give it to him and it smelled good, it helped quell his nerves. He didn’t expect to bump into Mydei and his friends.
Kakavasha was someone he met at a club, incidentally, and somehow they kept in touch despite not really having a reason to. It was nice and simple. They often spent time together to be productive, finding comfort in the quietude.
“I’m thinking about getting a new piercing,” Kakavasha says, face locked on his laptop. An iced americano sits with condensed water droplets beside it. Phainon takes a sip of his latte, deep in thought, “where would you get it?”
“A belly button piercing maybe? I did consider my septum but… I don’t know, I feel like that’s a bit too visible.”
Phainon raises an eyebrow at him, “because… it’s on your face…”
“Well, yeah!” Kakavasha exclaims, “but the allure of a belly button piercing is its mystique. The enigmatic nature of it,” he goes on, “people don’t expect it but next thing you know, you’re having sex and bam! Piercing. Sexy.”
Phainon chortles, “yeah, I do think you’d look good with one.”
“Thank you,” Kakavasha says with extreme flourish. Twirling his hair.
It’s when Phainon is saying his goodbye to Kakavasha outside the coffee shop that he runs into Mydei and his friends, “Phainon?”
Phainon startles, whirling around, “Mydei! What are you doing here?” He notices the rest of the group with him, pushing his glasses up his nose.
One of the other men speaks up instead, “We’re about to go out for dinner together, would you like to come with?”
“Oh no, I couldn’t—” he begins to try and refuse the invitation when Mydei smirks, “shut it, HKS, and just come with us.”
“Mydei,” Phainon glares, crossing his arms and unintentionally drawing the attention of the others to his hoodie; the one he has on; that did not initially belong to him. “Stop bossing me around.”
Mydei just rolls his eyes, walking closer, “I’ll pay for your dinner, if you do.” God, he’s really tempting him right now. Phainon would object considering he’d be the odd one out here, but free food isn’t something he can just deny outright. He hesitantly nods, “fine. Only cause you’re paying.”
On the walk to the restaurant, he was able to get a grasp onto who is who as they aptly introduced themselves to Phainon. Luckily the restaurant wasn’t packed due to it being a weekday. As he sits down at the table, Mydei across from him, Hephaestion slyly says, “I was wondering where that hoodie of yours went.”
Phainon felt the heat rise in his cheeks, and he averted his gaze, flipping through the menu. Distantly he was aware of the fact that they kept stealing glances at him, but he was too preoccupied by the absurdity of the prices. “26.99 for a salad?” Phainon cried out, outraged. Mydei snorts, “does it really matter, it’s not your money.”
Phainon stares at him with wide eyes, “...this is a scam.”
Perdikkas laughs, “don’t worry about it, just get what you want.”
Mydei throws him a nasty glare, eye twitching, “not your money either, Perdikkas.” Leonnius chuckles, nudging Hephaestion subtly to mouth something at him that Phainon completely misses.
“So, Phainon,” Hephaestion starts, head placed on his intertwined hands, “what would you say is your type?”
Silence.
“...Pardon?”
Ptolemy groans, as though embarrassed for his friends. Leonnius jumps in, “what he means is, what kind of people do you like, you know… boys, girls, nonbinary folks… muscled, uh people, I don't know…” he glances at the rest of them, looking like a lost puppy.
Mydei hisses, “Guys—”
“Maybe you’re interested in the silent type? Lone wolf kinda guy…?” Perdikkas adds, to which Peceusta says, “tall, dark and handsome.”
Phainon watches in blatant amusement as the rest of them pipe in, adding in random descriptors, having entirely lost him.
“I’d say someone that rides a motorcycle.”
“Puh-lease, someone in medical school is even better because then yo—”
“Are you just describing yourself now?”
“No one’s focusing on the main—”
“—of course not, I am just saying—”
“Guys.” Mydei bit out, letting out an exasperated breath, “you’re getting unnecessarily carried away.”
Peceusta hums appeasingly, while Mydei takes in a deep breath, his foot knocking into Phainon’s and hooking his ankle with Mydei’s own. Playing footsie in a fancy restaurant, hm? Phainon raised a judgemental eyebrow at him but played along nonetheless, subtly moving their feet. The conversation around them continues but neither of them pay it attention.
“Who was that guy you were with earlier?” Mydei asks, feigning nonchalance. The fact that Phainon could tell has him feeling a little giddy but he plays it off, “Oh, Kakavasha? He’s a friend I made during undergrad.”
Mydei’s face twisted, an emotion Phainon couldn’t quite place before transforming back to the blank slate that it was earlier, “...huh, and you guys stayed in touch?”
Phainon nods, hands fidgeting. Mydei leans his head onto his right hand, watching Phainon with an eerie intensity, a smug yet small smile on his face. His free hand goes to hold Phainon’s hand, stilling them, “How’s your thesis going?”
Phainon froze, grimacing, “don’t get me started.” Mydei stared, waiting.
They continued on like that for around 2 hours. The food was insanely good, made even better by the fact that it was free! Phainon giggled as Mydei went to pay at the counter, biting his lip to muffle the sound. Leonnius suddenly turned to him, “are you guys dating?”
“What?!” Phainon gaped like a fish, baffled. “Where’d you get that idea?”
Ptolemy narrowed his eyes, “you’re joking right? We could tell what was going on underneath the table… and let's not forget, Mydei holding onto your hand just now too.”
Phainon spluttered, “no, wait, that isn’t – this isn’t what it looks like – we were just messing around.”
“Sure,” Hephaestion says gleefully, “messing around, that’s what they say now.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Leonnius states, “Mydei told me that Phainon’s a really oblivious person,” he shrugged, as if stating a fact.
Phainon blinks, “he said that?”
Hephaestion’s grin widened, somehow, “you’re also wearing his favourite hoodie, I’d say if you’re not dating then something is definitely going on.”
Just when Phainon is about to ask for more specifics, Mydei walks back, ordering the others to go pay for their food so that they could leave already. Unfortunately because Phainon doesn’t know them well enough yet, he can’t exactly text them so he does the next best thing. Ask the girls.
It’s early next morning when Phainon finally musters up the courage to confess to Mydei. Or honestly, forces himself to do it, because he knows what he’s like. It’s either now or never. As he stands in front of Mydei’s door, contemplating the consequences of his actions, the possibility that his friends were in fact lying straight to his face, and that everything past has been a delusion that he’s been feeding to himself.
Taking in shallow gulps of air, Phainon steps back, fear wracking his every nerve. He can’t do this, he just can’t. Maybe next time. He turns around, ready to leave when the door opens. Fuck, he whirls around to see Mydei giving him a wide-eyed stare, trash bag in hand. “Uh, Mydei,” He laughs nervously, ears heating up in embarrassment. “Hey.”
“What are you…” Mydei looks past him as if to try and find out why he was here, standing in front of his door like some lost rat or something, oh my god, Phainon mentally facepalms, I look like a total doofus right now! “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, I was actually – I, um, wanted to – there’s something – shit, I need to talk to you,” He fumbled out, the bare minimum of confidence that he had left slowly draining out of his body. This was not at all going the way that he wanted it to.
“Okay,” Mydei nods seriously, a determined expression on his face, “give me a minute, I need to throw out the trash.”
“Uh…”
“Make yourself at home,” He indicated to his door, leaving in a rush. Phainon, like a complete imbecile, stands there for 5 minutes before steeling himself up for the inevitable and heading inside. Mydei came back so fast, that Phainon jumped from his abrupt arrival, “woah, Mydei, you – that was quick.”
Mydei held in a breath, blowing it out as if he just ran back, sweat running down his neck, “Uh, hah.” He chuckled dryly, “there’s something that you… want to discuss, right, should I make us some tea?”
Phainon stands there, fidgeting with his hands, his mouth dries up and he nods, afraid that if he talks his voice would crack and Mydei would know exactly what he's feeling right now. Mydei’s always had the uncanny ability to read his moods, and right now, he doesn’t know if he wants that. He hears the usual click of the kettle as he sits down near the coffee table. For once, the quiet is unbearable, almost suffocating. He feels his glasses slipping off his face, and he pushes them back up, hand trembling slightly. It feels like hours when Mydei’s done with the tea - Jasmine with milk, his favorite - and sits down beside him, knee knocking into his thighs.
“Thanks,” Phainon takes a timid sip, eyes averted. Mydei doesn’t say anything, just basks in the silence. It’s at that moment that Phainon thinks that maybe Mydei knows. He understands something is going on, and that’s enough and now he knows, and he’ll be utterly rejected—
Phainon gulps, the words stuck in his throat. He slowly turns to face Mydei, his thighs now almost on top of Mydei’s legs. His eyes catch onto Mydei’s and everything just – stops.
“I–” his breath catches when Mydei subtly leans in, his gaze dropping to Phainon’s mouth. Butterflies flutter violently in his stomach. Phainon subconsciously licked his lips, partly enjoying the all-consuming and fierce focus. His skin felt feverishly hot.
Phainon sucks in a breath, accidentally blurting out, “give me a second, I’m fucking nervous.”
Mydei snorts, reaching his hand out in question. Phainon’s heart stutters a beat, reaching him halfway, letting Mydei pin his thumb onto his pulse point. “I think,” Mydei croaked out, grip tightening for a second, “can I…”
Phainon glimpsed up at him from underneath his lashes, looking back down, his view ultimately occupied by the hold on his wrist. The ba-thump of his speeding heart being pressed on by Mydei’s hand. Taking it by the reins, he let himself lean in close, nose to nose. He holds eye contact with Mydei and when he sees that particular look in his eyes, that one that spells it all out for him, pupils blown wide, he closes the gap. Gently, softly.
Barely even a kiss, just a touch. A quick meeting of their lips as he pulled away to admire the stunned look on his face. The simmering heat between them is a tight rope pulled tight by the tension, Phainon giggles—
“Mph.” The sound muffled by Mydei instantly removing his thick frames off his face, and crushing his lips against Phainon’s, the bruising force of the kiss causing him to whimper against his mouth. Mydei chuckles at the sound, hand coming up to cradle his jaw. Mydei places his thumb unto Phainon’s bottom lip – as they kiss – pressing down on it just lightly, saliva dribbling onto it.
When Phainon finally opens his mouth, obedient, pliant, and soft all over, Mydei sighs. As though everything has fallen into place. They fit perfectly, If Phainon could say so himself, and he would but he’s too busy being ravished. Mydei leans back for air, Phainon instinctively following; Mydei bites his lip to hide a smile at the action, leaning his head slightly to the right as he deepens the next kiss. Their shallow breaths dominate the room.
As they move slow and steady, going back for more every time they pull apart, like magnets that are drawn to each other. Phainon gripping his bicep, desperate and needy. Mydei’s hand buried in Phainon’s soft strands, tucking it back ardently. They giggle when they both eagerly lean back in, teeth clashing.
“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Mydei snarks, lips bitten red and equally as moist as Phainon’s own mouth. Who, in turn, gaps quietly, “I didn’t even know if you felt the same, I was sure you were going to reject me!”
“Was I not obvious enough?”
“Yeah,” Phainon mumbles petulantly, “could’ve actually said something.”
“I don’t what else you wanted me to—”
“—Use your words.”
Mydei cocks up an eyebrow, “and I thought you were acting obtuse.”
“Why would I,” Phainon gets cut off by Mydei squeezing his thigh, nuzzling his face into Phainon’s collarbone, “you caught me – repeatedly, might I add – staring straight at you.”
“Okay fair point, but I didn’t wanna get my hopes up for nothing.”
“Right, of course you’d say that after all my hints,” Mydei murmurs against the crook of his neck, lips dragging on his skin, leaving tender presses of his lips along his shoulder and neck. “You even asked me if I liked you when you were drunk.”
“As a friend!” Phainon protested, inadvertently jostling Mydei’s head. Phainon suddenly groaned, remembering something as he covered his face with his hands, “ugh, even your friends were harping onto me about these signs…”
Mydei hummed, not really paying attention as he bit down on Phainon’s bare shoulder, hand pulling his shirt - leaving a barely discernable mark - before licking over it. Phainon sighed, throwing his head back, whining all the while, “My— you’re not listening!”
Mydei brought his head back up to give him a deadpanned stare, “I happen to be in the middle of something right now.”
Instead of replying, Phainon licked Mydei’s lips. Breathy moans emitting from them as they went back to kissing. Phainon could feel Mydei’s smirk as he said, “I am going to absolutely wreck you,” shoving his tongue into Phainon’s waiting mouth.
