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Ding!
The bell above the shop door chimed as Mydei stepped into the luxury watch boutique. It was only his second time coming here. The first had been a week ago, when he placed the order for the gift he wanted to give his boyfriend.
Under normal circumstances, Mydei would never have walked into a place this expensive, but after all the nonstop nagging and the endless stream of short videos his boyfriend kept sending him with captions like “Babe, look at this”, here he was.
Mydei had even bought a suit for the occasion, anxious that he would look like a complete slob again and earn the same strange looks he had the first time he walked in wearing a hoodie and sweatshirt.
“I’m here to pick up an order,” Mydei said, fumbling inside his suit jacket for the receipt. “It should be under the name Mydeimos. A customized watch I ordered last week.”
“One moment, please, while I check our system.” the saleswoman said, flashing him a red-lipstick smile.
It was not the expression she had worn the first time Mydei came in. She looked much happier now, at least, without the sass she had given him before, but the slowness of her movements and the loud click clack of her long manicured nails against the keyboard were exactly the same.
But that was not what had him frowning and feeling irritated that day. What really soured his mood was the three million credits he had to spend on this fucking watch. His part time job as a cook’s assistant barely covered his share of the rent, but his boyfriend had not stopped talking about this watch ever since he saw it in one of those bullshit get ready with me influencer videos.
It was an absurd amount of money to him, but they had been dating for four months now, and Mydei wanted to go big this time, if only to show him how serious he was about this relationship.
Mydei fidgeted with his fingers, his thoughts already spiraling toward damage control and whether he needed to find another part time job after this.
While the saleswoman searched for his order, another man stepped up to the counter beside him. He had fluffy white hair, and from what Mydei could tell at a glance, he looked around the same age as him.
“Please wait a moment. I’ll be with you shortly,” she told him without looking up.
“No problem. I’m just picking up an order.”
The man’s bright, easy voice caught Mydei’s attention at once, and it made him think the guy had to be rich, because no one who walked into a place like this sounding that relaxed would be worrying about the prices of anything on display.
“Mydeimos… Mydeimos…” she muttered, squinting at the screen as she scrolled with the mouse. “Oh, yes. Here it is. One emerald watch with gold accents.” She tapped the screen, then lifted her gaze to him with a smile. “A lovely piece. Let me bring it out from the safe for you. Just a moment, please.”
The white haired guy beside him glanced over. “Nice. You’ve got good taste.”
“Not for me. It’s for my boyfriend,” Mydei grumbled.
“Oh, wow, same. I’m picking up a watch for mine too.” The man let out a small laugh, and that was enough to make Mydei look at him properly.
“Let me guess,” Mydei said. “He saw it from some influencer?”
The look on the man’s face told him he had guessed right, and a second later the man laughed even harder. “He did. How much did that cost you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Three million.” Mydei clicked his tongue, the bitterness of that number still lingering in his mouth.
“Shit, mine was six million,” the man said with a gasp.
Mydei let out a low whistle at that number, feeling a little better about his own purchase. “Damn. I was already thinking I’d be living on ice water for the next six months.”
“Man, same here. But hey, he loves the piece, so… I figure it’s worth it, right?” the man said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Right,” Mydei replied simply just as the saleswoman returned from the back with a small black box in her hands. She opened it carefully, spread a soft cloth over the glass countertop, and set the watch down on top of it.
“Oh, isn’t it gorgeous?” she said with a pleased smile. “Your boyfriend really does have exquisite taste.”
It looked exactly like the one his boyfriend had sent him pictures of and shown him a million times. The gold accents caught the store lights, and yeah, Mydei could see why he had been so obsessed with it, and why it had cost so much.
“Would you like it gift wrapped?” she asked, already pulling out the wrapping paper.
“Sure. That’d be great.” Mydei nodded.
“And who’s the lucky man?” she asked, reaching for a gift tag.
“Timothy,” Mydei said.
The guy beside him immediately perked up. “No way. My boyfriend’s name is Timothy too.”
Mydei let out a snort. “Seriously? What are the odds?”
The saleswoman started working on the wrapping paper, smoothing each fold with her fingers like she was doing origami.
“So both of us are dating Timothys with expensive taste. What’s next? Does yours study art too?” the man said with a laugh, clearly throwing the guess out at random, but Mydei’s smile dropped the moment he heard it.
“He does…” Mydei turned to look at him, only to find the same stunned disbelief spreading across the man’s face.
“Holy fuck,” the man blurted out, then quickly caught himself. “Sorry,” he added, glancing at the saleswoman, who was too busy shaping a perfect bow from ribbon to care. “Okay, this is getting weird.”
“Wait, you’re not serious…” Mydei narrowed his eyes, because there was just no way. There had to be plenty of Timothys studying art somewhere out there, and surely they did not go to the same university too.
“Dead serious. He goes to Paperfold University,” the guy said, and Mydei felt his last bit of hope crack on the spot.
“Fuck. Mine too.” Mydei felt a knot begin to tighten in his stomach. “But I mean… there have to be a lot of guys named Timothy at that university studying art.”
“Yeah, apparently there are a lot of Timothys,” he said, though he did not sound convinced either.
Suddenly, something about it started to feel very off, because there was just no way all of this could still be a coincidence if they were talking about different Timothys.
Mydei turned to the saleswoman. “Ma’am, could you grab his order too? The watch he ordered. I just want to make sure of something.”
“Of course.” She looked at the man, then turned back to her computer and began clicking through the system. “What was the name?”
“Phainon,” he said.
Her eyebrows drew together as she checked the screen. “Let’s see… Phainon…”
A moment later, she disappeared into the back and returned with another black box, slightly bigger than Mydei’s.
“Here we are.” She opened it and set the watch carefully beside Mydei’s custom piece on the glass countertop.
The color was exactly the same. The design was almost identical too, with only the accents and engravings making them different.
“Oh,” she said, glancing between the two with a smile. “They’re from the same brand. What a coincidence.”
Mydei’s mouth fell open the moment he saw them, his mind going completely blank.
“What’s your Timothy’s last name?” Phainon asked quietly.
“Youngman,” Mydei replied, still frozen, his whole body feeling like he had just been dropped into ice water. “Yours?”
“Youngman,” Phainon mumbled, staring at him just as blankly.
They could only stare at each other in silence until someone a few counters away suddenly burst out laughing and clapped their hands, hollering, “This is peak comedy! I can’t believe I’m getting to witness all of this.”
The saleswoman looked from one of them to the other, then down at the watches, and then back again. For a moment, she said nothing, only lifted a hand to her mouth as a snort slipped out.
“Oh my goodness. In all my years of retail, I have never…” She cleared her throat, trying and failing to pull herself back together. “Well. The good news is that these are still within the return window, so you have a month to decide what you want to do.”
“So what the fuck, man?” Mydei said, rubbing a hand over his forehead.
They ended up in a nearby café to talk it through over drinks. Phainon sat across from him with both hands around his coffee cup, while the watches remained in their boxes on the table between them. They had considered returning them, but neither of them had gone through with it.
“Yeah,” Phainon replied blankly, staring at the boxes. “What the actual fuck,” he mumbled.
“How long have you been dating him?” Mydei asked, taking a sip of his drink as he looked at Phainon, who was still absently rubbing his fingers against the glass.
“Three months,” Phainon said quietly, then glanced down again. “He told me he’d already broken up with his deadbeat ex, that the guy never had time for him and only cared about work.”
“How dare he. I always made time for him, even during my breaks, and we’ve been dating for four months.” Mydei shook his head and let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Man, I feel like such an idiot.”
“Yeah. Me too.” Phainon sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Last night he was at my place, acting all sweet and talking about how excited he was for our date this weekend.”
“He told me he had group work yesterday.” Mydei clicked his tongue.
“Nope. He was literally in my bed watching some shitty ai asmr video,” Phainon grunted, then finally took an angry gulp of his coffee.
“Fuck,” Mydei sighed.
He could see the anger burning in Phainon’s eyes now. Looking at him properly for the first time, Mydei could also see exactly why Timothy had gone for him. The guy was ridiculously handsome, and even he could admit that much. Objectively, Phainon probably had him beat when it came to looks. A nasty little voice in the back of Mydei’s head whispered that if Timothy had to choose, of course he would pick Phainon.
But then again, that did not really matter anymore.
That was assuming Phainon would even want him after all this, and Mydei was not interested in thinking that far. He would not forgive Timothy for this, not even close, and as far as he was concerned, that relationship was over. What Phainon chose to do after that was his own business.
They talked for a while, comparing notes on Timothy, on the things he had said to each of them, and on their schedules, both of them still trying to understand how he had managed to keep this going for so long without either of them realizing it.
The more they pieced together, the worse it got. Timothy had been far more cunning than either of them had given him credit for, and even after everything they had already learned, Mydei still found himself stunned by what a snake he really was.
“Sorry,” Mydei sighed. “That you had to find out like this.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad I did. Better now than later, right?” Phainon crossed his arms over his chest. He looked upset, but to Mydei it only made him seem like a grumbling puppy, which was honestly a little too adorable for the situation. Mydei quickly shook the thought out of his head.
“So what now?” Phainon asked after a few tense seconds of silence.
“I don’t know.” Mydei stared at the watch boxes. “Confront him?”
“Of course.” Phainon leaned forward, voice dropping low. “But if we go to him one by one, he’s going to twist the story however he wants. He’ll feed each of us some excuse and make it sound like the other one has it all wrong.”
“He’ll definitely try that. He clearly already has some good plan for whatever the hell this is.” Just thinking about Timothy’s smooth, believable lies made Mydei’s stomach turn. “So you want to… do it together?”
“I don’t think we’ve got much choice.” There was something predatory in Phainon’s expression now, and it caught Mydei off guard a little because he had not expected someone like him to pull off a look like that so well. “We need to put him in a position where he can’t dodge it or lie his way out.”
Mydei did not love the idea. The thought of seeing Phainon and Timothy together, of having this whole ugly mess laid out right in front of him where he could no longer pretend it was not real, only made him feel more like a fool.
It made him want to slam his fist into the table and crush it under his hand. But there was truth in what Phainon said, and Mydei knew he was right. If he tried to handle this alone, Timothy would twist everything around like the slippery snake he was.
“Okay,” Mydei said. “Together. But when?”
“He’s supposed to come over to my place tonight. Seven o’clock,” Phainon said. Then he looked at Mydei, and a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “Why don’t you come too?”
“Sure,” Mydei said at last.
“This is it,” Mydei mumbled, staring up at the tall apartment building.
He had been standing outside for ten whole minutes, still trying to decide if he was really going to do this. His hand stayed wrapped around the watch box inside his jacket pocket, the thing sitting there like a brick. More than once, he had imagined whipping it straight at his soon to be ex’s face, but the watch had cost far too much for that, and he would rather keep it than waste it on that fucking snake.
Mydei’s head was a mess of what ifs and a dull, pounding anger. He was not confrontational by nature, and the more he thought about how tonight might go, the more it felt like it could easily end in a fight. He could throw punches if he had to, that was not the issue, but he had never been the one to start one.
He lingered outside a little longer before finally forcing himself to head in and make his way up to Phainon’s place, though part of him still thought it would be easier to just text Timothy “It’s over. Don’t contact me”, and be done with the whole thing.
Mydei knocked on the door and waited for a moment before it finally swung open, revealing Phainon in a plain black T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. Mydei had noticed before that he was built well, but seeing him like this made it painfully obvious that the man was actually jacked, even more than Mydei had been able to tell beneath his purple jacket earlier.
Phainon gave him a quick smile. “Hey, Mydei. Come on in. Timothy just texted me. He’s on his way.”
A wave of nausea hit him the moment he stepped inside, because this was real now. He was standing in his boyfriend’s other boyfriend’s apartment, waiting to ambush him.
Phainon must have seen it on his face, because he reached over and clapped a hand onto Mydei’s shoulder. “Beer?” he asked, nodding toward the fridge in the corner.
“Yeah, thanks.” Mydei nodded and watched Phainon head for the fridge, grab a can, then toss it over to him. Mydei caught it, popped it open, and took a long swallow. It did not do much to settle his nerves, but at least it gave his hands something to do while he looked around the room.
It was exactly the kind of place Mydei had imagined Phainon would live in. The apartment was stylish and polished to the point of making him self conscious, with everything neatly arranged and not a single thing out of place, nothing like the cramped place Mydei rented.
As his gaze wandered, it caught on a photo frame sitting on the side table near the couch. It showed Phainon and Timothy together, smiling with that warm, happy look Timothy always seemed to wear around him too.
He picked up the framed photo and stared at it in silence until Phainon suddenly snatched it from his hand.
“Yeah, this is trash now,” Phainon said, then walked to the bin and casually tossed the whole thing in.
“You didn’t have to throw out the frame too,” Mydei said with a small chuckle, taking another swig of beer to try and wash the sour taste from his mouth.
“It’s contaminated now,” Phainon grumbled, then paused when he caught Mydei’s expression. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Mydei said simply, turning his head away.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Phainon said as he dropped onto the couch. “We could just call him out, both of us. Tell him we know everything, tell him he’s a liar, a snake, all that shit.”
“Well, yeah. That’s the plan, isn’t it?” Mydei said, taking a seat beside him.
“Yeah, but…” Phainon ran a hand through his hair. “If we do it like that, he still gets to turn this into some big scene about himself, and honestly that just feeds his ego even more, doesn’t it?”
“Right… so what’s the better plan, then?” Mydei asked, looking at him.
“So what if we don’t give him that?” Phainon leaned forward, something bright and dangerous flickering in his eyes. “What if, instead of walking in on two pissed off boyfriends, he finds two guys who are getting along a little too well? Let him stand there and wonder for a minute. Let him feel what it’s like to be the one getting played.”
“What do you mean, getting along? Like we’re friends?” Mydei tilted his head.
“More than friends.” Phainon smirked.
“Best friends?” Mydei asked, only growing more confused.
That earned him a chuckle. “No. I mean we act like we’re fucking each other.”
Mydei narrowed his eyes at that, staring at Phainon like he had just grown a second head.
“What?”
“Think about it.” Phainon looked far too pleased with himself now, clearly enjoying this sudden twisted alliance between them. “He played both of us, so for once we get to play him back. Just for a minute. Make him think he walked in on something he really was not expecting.” His grin widened. “Come on, imagine the look on his face. That would hit him way harder than us just standing there and yelling.”
Mydei thought the idea was completely messed up, which was probably exactly why it felt so brilliant. A small, bitter laugh slipped from his lips. “That’s awful.”
“We’re on the same team now. He made fools out of both of us, so this is our chance to turn it back on him.” Phainon leaned closer, close enough for Mydei to catch the scent of his cologne. “You in?” he asked softly, a smirk tugging at his mouth while a wicked gleam lit his eyes.
Mydei looked up into those bright blue eyes, and for a second he lost track of everything else. The anger, the betrayal, the whole reason he was even here all of it fell away, leaving only Phainon leaning so close, asking if he wanted to go along with this twisted little plan of his.
“Yeah,” Mydei heard himself say. “Let’s do it.”
Phainon flashed him a wolfish grin. “Nice. Follow me.”
Then he stood, and Mydei found himself getting up after him before he could stop to think it through. He followed Phainon down the hall and into the bedroom, and somehow, a moment later, he was sitting on the edge of Phainon’s bed.
“Let’s get into position,” Phainon said as he started pulling off his own clothes. Then his gaze flicked back to Mydei. “Take yours off too.”
Mydei’s eyebrows shot up at that.
Phainon just laughed. “Easy. Just strip down to your underwear. If we want him to buy it, we have to make it convincing. Hurry up.”
Mydei still froze where he sat, and by the time Phainon finished stripping down, he was greeted by what could only be described as a wall of muscle. His chest looked solid, his stomach cut with a ridiculous eight pack, and the sight of the bulge straining against his underwear did absolutely nothing to help Mydei’s ability to think.
He could not help staring, even if he was built well himself. Seeing it like this still caught him off guard, and Phainon must have noticed exactly where his gaze had gone, because a smirk slowly spread across his face.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice dipping low.
“Nope,” Mydei said at once, even as he started pulling off his own clothes under Phainon’s amused stare.
By the time he was down to his underwear, his throat had gone a little dry.
“Okay,” Mydei said. “Now what?”
“We get comfortable,” Phainon said. He climbed onto the bed and leaned back against a stack of pillows, then lifted the sheets and patted the spot beside him.
“Here. Get in.”
“Do we really need to get in the bed?” Mydei asked, narrowing his eyes at him, still wondering why he had to go that far.
“We do if we want this to look convincing.” Phainon winked.
This was officially the strangest thing Mydei had ever done. His whole body felt stiff as he climbed into the bed, leaving what he thought was a reasonable amount of space between them.
Phainon took one look at that gap and gave him a face that plainly said, Seriously? That’s your idea of convincing? The look got under Mydei’s skin at once, because all he could think about was how many times Timothy must have been far closer to Phainon in this very bed.
So with that thought burning through him, Mydei shifted in until there was barely any space left between them. Fuck being respectful.
He could feel the warmth coming off Phainon’s body now that they were so close together, so close that one small shift would have been enough to leave Mydei half draped over him.
“So how exactly are we supposed to—”
Before Mydei could finish, the front door opened somewhere beyond the bedroom, followed by another man’s voice drifting inside.
“Phainon~ where are you? Are you sleeping, babe?”
“Shit, that’s him,” Phainon said at once. “Quick, get under the sheets.”
“What?” Mydei gasped as Phainon suddenly sat up, leaned back against the headboard, and pressed a hand to Mydei’s shoulder to shove him down.
“Under the covers,” he said quickly. “Make it look like you were in the middle of blowing me.”
“Blowing—” Mydei started, but whatever else he meant to say got cut off when Phainon kept pushing him down.
“Just hurry. Grab my dick if you need to, I don’t care.”
Mydei’s brain locked up completely at that, especially when he heard footsteps right outside the bedroom door. He scrambled under the comforter in a panic, ending up half twisted at Phainon’s waist with his face near his hips.
His heart pounded high in his throat, and he had no idea what to do with his hands. One ended up braced against Phainon’s thigh, while the other landed on the heavy bulge beneath his boxers, warm and thick even through the fabric. The moment his fingers settled there, it twitched, and above the covers Phainon sucked in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” Mydei whispered, instinctively starting to pull his hand away.
“No, leave it there,” Phainon hissed back. “Just make it look real.”
Phainon’s hand slid to the back of his head and pushed him a little closer, until Mydei’s face was half pressed against his own hand where it still covered the bulge in Phainon’s boxers. He kept him there, fingers threading into Mydei’s hair and holding him in place.
All he could feel in that moment was the pounding of his own heartbeat and the strong scent of Phainon surrounding him, and thankfully he could not see a damn thing, which was probably for the best.
“Baby, you won’t believe how crowded the mall was. Are we really going there for our date this weekend, babe—” Mydei heard Timothy’s voice cut off the second he stepped into the bedroom, which told him he had definitely seen what was happening.
Phainon’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Fuck… oh. You’re early.”
For a moment, nothing followed but complete silence, as if the two of them were locked in a stare down.
Mydei held his breath under the covers, his whole body gone rigid. The hand he still had over Phainon’s cock had turned slick with sweat, and it was starting to feel unbearably hot beneath the comforter.
“Phainon?” Timothy’s voice came out somewhere between a yell and pure horror. “What is going on?”
“Timothy, I…” Phainon said, sounding almost impressively clumsy about it. “I thought you said nine.”
“No, I said seven. And who… who is in your bed?” The tremor in Timothy’s voice vanished, replaced by something much closer to barely contained anger.
“Nobody,” Phainon said casually.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me. There’s someone under there with you.” Mydei could hear the stomp of Timothy’s foot from across the room.
“You’re one to talk about lying,” Phainon said, and the change in his tone was so sudden it made Mydei flinch. Every trace of that fake confusion vanished, leaving nothing but cold anger in its place.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
Mydei heard the footsteps coming closer until it was obvious Timothy had reached the foot of the bed.
“Get out,” he snapped. “Whoever the fuck you are, get out from under there.”
Phainon’s hand left Mydei’s head. “Maybe you should go.”
“Like hell I’m leaving.” Mydei felt the covers get yanked, and then the comforter was ripped back all at once. “I want to see what kind of whore you—”
The sudden light blinded him for a second after the covers were ripped away. Then Mydei turned and saw his face.
Timothy was staring down at him, his perfectly done face frozen somewhere between shock and disgust.
“Mydei?” he breathed.
There he was, lying there in nothing but his boxers, one hand still on Phainon’s thigh and the other on his hard on, looking exactly like someone who had just been interrupted in the middle of a blowjob.
“Oh, hey, Timothy. Funny seeing you here,” Mydei said, and somehow his voice came out far more casual than he felt.
His gaze flicked from Mydei to Phainon, then back again, like his brain was still trying to force the whole thing into something that made sense.
“What are you… how do you… I don’t understand,” he stammered.
“That makes two of us,” Mydei said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, keeping his eyes fixed on him.
“Funny story,” Phainon said calmly. “We met at the watch store while we were both buying something expensive and shiny for you.” He gestured toward the black boxes on the table. “Pretty bold of you, by the way, getting us to buy matching designs from the same brand.”
Timothy’s face went through about five different expressions before settling on something defensive. “This is a joke. Some kind of prank.”
“No joke,” Mydei said. “I spent three million on that watch, by the way, so I really hope you were worth it.”
“Anyway,” Phainon went on. “We started talking, and it turned out we had a lot in common. You, obviously, were part of that. But then something else happened.” Phainon looked at Mydei, and Mydei caught the faint curve of a smile on his face. “We got to know each other, and it turns out we’re a lot more compatible than either of us expected.”
Mydei knew exactly what he meant, so he leaned into it, sliding a hand over Phainon’s bare chest as he brought his face closer to his.
“We’re perfect for each other,” Mydei said, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
Timothy let out a short, disbelieving laugh. His cheeks had gone red with anger, and his gaze kept darting around the room, landing anywhere but on them.
“I know. It surprised me too,” Phainon said, reaching over to rest a hand on Mydei’s waist, rubbing there slowly. “One minute we were comparing all the lies you told us, and the next I had him in my bed.”
“Okay, stop. Just stop.” Timothy held up both hands. “Look, I can explain. This whole thing is a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Phainon raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Timothy took a deep breath, then turned to Phainon with a look that was almost insultingly earnest. “I’ve been dating you. Only you. Mydei and I already broke up, okay? I told you about that ex before. We still hung out a few times as friends, that’s all. I don’t know what he told you, but he clearly read way more into it than there ever was.”
Mydei felt his stomach drop. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
Timothy finally looked at him, and the expression on his face was almost disgusted.
“Mydei, come on,” he said. “We grabbed drink a couple of times. I was just being nice. I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea and thought we were getting back together.”
“We had a date a few days ago!” Mydei snapped.
Timothy barely spared him a glance before turning back to Phainon. “Baby, you have to believe me. I don’t know why he’s trying to turn this into something it wasn’t. You’re the only one I care about.”
Mydei gritted his teeth, barely able to believe any of this. How could someone be this cunning? Timothy stood there looking wounded, like he was the one being wronged, and the sight of that act made Mydei’s hands curl into fists.
What scared him most was how convincing Timothy sounded. For one awful moment, Mydei found himself wondering if Phainon might actually buy it. If he did, if the two of them turned on him instead, Mydei knew he would not stand a chance.
Mydei braced himself for the inevitable. For Phainon to tell him to get out. For himself to grab his clothes and leave the room while Phainon and Timothy stayed behind to laugh about what a fool he had been.
But that was not what happened. Phainon’s hand slid from his waist to his neck, his thumb brushing slow circles into the sensitive skin there until Mydei’s eyes fluttered shut and a shiver ran through him.
Before he could even make sense of it, Phainon leaned in, wrapped another arm more firmly around his waist, and pressed his lips to Mydei’s.
His mind went completely blank the moment Phainon’s mouth met his. His lips were warm and soft, carrying the faint taste of the beer they had shared earlier.
Mydei was too stunned to react at first. He just sat there frozen, hands pressed into the mattress while Phainon held him close with one arm around his waist and the other cradling the back of his head, his tongue brushing lightly at the seam of Mydei’s lips.
This had to be just part of the plan, or at least that was what Mydei tried to tell himself. But the way Phainon’s hand stayed at the back of his head, gently guiding him as he tilted his face, and the way his mouth opened against his made it harder and harder to believe that was all this was.
Mydei’s body moved before his thoughts could catch up, and he kissed him back like he meant it. His hand came up to Phainon’s chest, where he could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his palm.
If Phainon was putting on a show, then he was doing a damn good job of it, and all Mydei had to do was keep up. So he did. He played his part, deepening the kiss and letting out a soft sound into Phainon’s mouth. He poured every bit of anger, hurt, and humiliation he had been carrying for the past few hours into it, into the way he kissed him back, into the way his tongue met Phainon’s and moved with his, letting the kiss turn deeper and hotter.
Phainon let out a small, startled sound against Mydei’s lips, like he had not expected him to lean into it quite that hard. His hand slid deeper into Mydei’s hair and tightened just enough to send a tingling pull across his scalp, while his other arm drew him in even closer until Mydei was practically in his lap, their bare chests pressed flush together.
It was weird, unbelievably fucking weird, making out like this with the other boyfriend of the man who had been cheating on them both, and yet some traitorous part of Mydei could not deny that it felt good. Far too good, honestly. A low heat had started to spread through him, settling deep in his gut and working its way through his veins, and he could already feel himself getting hard beneath his boxers.
But that was to be expected, right? Just a natural physical response to being this close to someone, to being touched like this. That was all it was. It had nothing to do with the fact that Phainon was a really good kisser or with the hard muscle of his thigh pressed against Mydei’s. He was only playing a role, and that was all this was supposed to be.
When they finally pulled apart, Mydei’s lips tingled and his head felt light. They were both breathing hard, still close enough that there was barely any space between them. Phainon’s eyes had gone dark, the blue nearly lost beneath his pupils, and the look he was giving Mydei was one he could not make sense of. It was not the smug expression from earlier, and it was not the cold fury he had turned on Timothy. It was something Mydei did not know how to name.
“Are you two done?” Timothy’s annoyed voice cut through the haze. “Because this little performance isn’t convincing anyone.” His arms were crossed over his chest, his face twisted with disgust. “It’s pathetic, actually.”
Phainon turned to look at him without letting go of Mydei, one arm still firm around his waist. “What’s pathetic is you stringing both of us along for months.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted. “You’re delusional if you think I was ever into him.”
The casual cruelty in his voice made Mydei flinch. After everything he had done for him, how could he stand there and look at Mydei like he was nothing, like he was something filthy stuck under his shoe?
Mydei felt Phainon’s arm tighten around him. “Well, if you were never into him,” he said, “then I guess it won’t bother you that I am.”
“Phainon, seriously, enough. I get that you’re pissed, but stop. You’re only making yourself look ridiculous.” He shifted tactics quickly, his voice softening as his expression turned into that familiar little wounded pout. “We’re good together, baby. You know we are.” He stepped closer to the bed and reached a hand out toward him. “Let’s just talk about this. Alone.”
Irritation flared through Mydei the second he heard that pleading tone. Only now did it hit him how many red flags he had ignored while they were dating, and the realization made him feel stupid in a way that burned. He could see it clearly now for what it was. Timothy was a master at twisting his face and voice into whatever would get him what he wanted.
But Phainon ignored his outstretched hand. “We’re done, Timothy.”
“Babe, come on. You’re not into guys built like a brick wall like him. You like pretty guys like me. We’ve been together for months, and you said I’m your type.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” Phainon said with a snort.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, so we’re really doing this?” He pulled out his phone and glanced at it like the whole situation was already boring him. “Fine. Have fun with your little revenge game with Mydei. But just so you know, we’re still on for our date this weekend, and I already know you’ll come crawling back and begging for forgiveness.” He straightened, then turned his gaze toward Mydei. “And you? Hope you enjoyed the taste of my man. Don’t call me again.”
With one last dismissive sniff, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.
As the door slammed shut behind him, neither of them moved. Phainon still had an arm around Mydei’s waist, and Mydei could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. Phainon kept his eyes on the door for a moment longer before finally letting out a long, slow breath.
“Well,” he said at last, “that went well.”
“Well?” Mydei pulled himself out of his hold and turned to stare at him. “He denied everything, insulted me, and somehow still walked out acting like you’re going to show up to that date and beg for forgiveness. Talk about a master manipulator.”
“He thinks he’s calling our bluff. He thinks I’ll cave by this weekend.” Phainon looked at Mydei, that wolfish grin creeping back onto his face. “He has no idea who he’s dealing with.”
“Phainon…” Mydei sighed, because honestly, the way that sounded did not reassure him at all.
“It clearly got under his skin, Mydei. This thing with us. That’s why he kept pushing like that. He still thinks he’s the one in control.” Phainon slid off the bed, completely unbothered by the fact that he was still half naked, and started pacing the space between the bed and the door. “We can’t back down now.”
Mydei sat on the edge of the bed, his lips still tingling from the kiss and his body still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. His thoughts were a complete mess.
“Don’t tell me you want to double down on this.”
“Fuck yes, I do,” Phainon said. “He wants me at that date? Fine. Then we’ll give him one.”
He stopped pacing and came to stand right in front of Mydei.
Mydei looked up at him, at the solid of his chest and the hard lines of his stomach. “We?”
“Yeah, we.” Phainon lifted a hand and brushed it against Mydei’s cheek. “You and me. Let’s go on a date, Mydei.”
A choked laugh slipped from Mydei’s lips. “You’re not serious. There’s no way you’re serious.”
“I’m completely serious.” Phainon had that same intense look again, the one that had somehow gotten Mydei into his bed in the first place. “What? You don’t think we can pull it off? That kiss looked pretty convincing to me.”
Heat rushed straight to Mydei’s face. “That was for the act,” he shot back. “But a date? You seriously think we can go on a date and call that part of the act too?”
“Timothy will lose his fucking mind.” Phainon dropped down in front of him, suddenly bringing them eye level, and for one strange second Mydei felt like he might actually drown in those blue eyes.
“Look,” Phainon said, softer now, “I know this is a lot. It’s insane. But he fucked with both of us. He stood there and acted like you meant nothing, like the two of you were never even real. He made you sound like some delusional idiot who imagined the whole thing. Are you really going to let him get away with that?”
“No, but—” Mydei started, only for Phainon to cut in again.
“And come on, you were good at that.” A crooked laugh slipped out of him. “You sold that kiss so well I almost believed it myself.” His gaze stayed on Mydei’s for a beat longer before he added, “So why don’t you stay a little longer, and we can rehearse for the date?”
“Rehearse?” Mydei echoed.
“Yeah, you know. Figure out our story. Work out what we’re doing next.” Phainon gave him that lazy, confident smile again. “Besides, as crazy as he is, Timothy is probably still somewhere around the building right now. If he sees you leaving too soon, he’s going to realize it was all an act. We need to keep this up a little longer.”
Mydei knew he should say no. He should grab his three million watch, leave this apartment, and go back to his own place where he could nurse his pride in peace and figure out how to deal with this mess on his own.
And yet he stayed where he was, because part of him was drawn in by the sheer insanity of Phainon’s plan. It was reckless and unreasonable, exactly the kind of idea he should have walked away from, and somehow that only made it harder to resist.
Part of it was the look in Phainon’s eyes, that fierce sense of being in this together now, like the two of them had somehow ended up on the same side of a war neither of them had asked for. And annoyingly enough, he also had a point. Timothy really did seem like the type to linger somewhere nearby like a vulture, waiting for the chance to catch them slipping, and Mydei truly did not want to risk seeing him again tonight.
“Alright,” Mydei said at last. “Let’s figure this out.”
“Excellent.” Phainon’s smirk deepened as he leaned in and caught Mydei’s lips with his again, and this time Mydei let him, his eyes slowly falling shut as he gave in to the feel of that soft mouth against his once more.
Slowly, Mydei lifted his arms around Phainon’s neck to pull him closer, and Phainon leaned in without resistance. He climbed onto the bed and pressed his body over Mydei’s, slowly rubbing the hard bulge in his boxers against Mydei’s thigh. Mydei already knew how it felt under his palm, knew the weight of it, the pulse of it, but now he could not stop wondering what it would look like fully hard.
Their kiss grew rougher with every passing minute, until Mydei was left breathless.
“Ugh, Phainon…” He pulled back from the kiss just to catch his breath, painfully aware of how hard he was under his boxers, aware too of the pulse throbbing through his whole body and settling hot between his legs.
“You want to stop?” Phainon glances at him again, but this time his gaze drops, tracing from his face to the bulge in his lap before lifting back up.
“I…” Mydei begins, but then Phainon’s hand settles on Mydei’s thigh. His thumb stops right beside his very obvious erection, close enough that the slightest movement would have him touching his dick.
“Hey,” Phainon says softly. “You can still back out of this if you want. I’m not forcing you to do anything.”
“I’m not, this isn’t…” Mydei stammers. “I’m in. This is just kind of confusing,” he admits honestly.
“Don’t worry. I’m in the same boat.” Phainon gestures with his chin toward his own crotch. The black fabric makes it less obvious, but the bulge is still clearly bigger than it was a few minutes ago. “You’re just unbelievably hot, Mydei. Your body turns me on so much.”
Phainon says it so easily, with such plain certainty, as if there is nothing strange at all about the fact that they are both sitting here in their underwear with erections. A few hours ago they had been strangers. Now they are somehow in this together, tangled up in a revenge scheme against the ex who cheated on them.
“This feels wrong,” Mydei finally admits.
“What’s wrong?” Phainon asks.
“All of this. Today. You. This.” Mydei waves a hand between them. “It’s a lot.”
“Yeah, no shit. It’s been a weird fucking day. But you know what? I’m kind of enjoying it.” Phainon lets out a small huff of laughter. “I like you, Mydei. You’re a good man. I just hate that we had to meet like this, because I really would’ve loved to take you on a date if I’d met you before Timothy.”
“I… me too,” Mydei mutters, and he means it. As fucked up as this whole situation is, part of him is glad it was Phainon and not some other man. “I like you too, Phainon.”
“And Timothy. Fuck him. He did both of us a favor.” Phainon grits his teeth.
“Yeah. He brought us together.” Mydei says it like a joke, but the moment the words leave his mouth, something about them feels a little too true.
“Exactly.” Phainon grins. “So what do you say? Want to have a little fun ourselves?”
Mydei stares at Phainon, trying to figure out if he’s fucking with him again. He’s wearing that same deadpan expression, but there’s still a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
“You’re joking,” Mydei says.
“I’m not. We’re both hard, so we might as well help each other out.” Phainon grins at him.
Phainon hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down his thighs. Then he lifts each foot, pulls them off completely, and tosses them across the room.
And Mydei can’t help but look down at the cock he had already felt through the fabric, now in full view, and just as he had felt before, it was enormous. Long, thick, and curved slightly upward, with a pair of heavy balls nestled underneath. A blue vein runs up the shaft, and a drop of clear precum gathers at the reddened tip.
Phainon crawls farther onto the bed and settles back against the headboard, his weight dipping the mattress as he lets his legs fall open. He grips himself and gives a slow, lazy pump. Mydei watches from the edge of the bed as the head of his cock disappears and reappears in his fist.
“So?” he asks, looking over at Mydei. “Come here, Mydei. I know you want it.”
“Cocky.” Mydei rolls his eyes, but he can’t help smiling.
Phainon smiles back, and the way his face lights up, the way his teeth flash and his eyes crinkle at the corners, is almost enough to make Mydei forget the crazy situation they’re in.
Mydei lifts his hips and strips off his boxers, tossing them aside. His dick springs free and slaps against his stomach, leaving a slick trace of precum behind. The cool air brushes over his overheated skin.
He then crawls over to Phainon and settles beside him. The two of them wrap their hands around their hard-ons and start stroking. His hand moves up and down his shaft, slick with the precum Mydei smears over the head. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Phainon doing the same. Phainon leans back against the stack of pillows, legs spread, and lets out a low groan.
The sound does something to Mydei. Goosebumps race up his spine, and his nipples harden. Phainon turns to look at him, his eyes heavy-lidded, his pupils blown wide with lust. His chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, and a flush spreads across his cheekbones as he lifts his free hand to brush against Mydei’s face.
“You know what,” Phainon mutters. “This is better.”
“What is?” Mydei breathes, feeling Phainon lean in again, the soft brush of his breath tickling across his face.
“This. Us.” He glances down at Mydei’s dick, then looks back up at his face.
Mydei’s head is a mess, so he just gives him a nod, his throat feeling tight. “Y-yeah,” he whispers.
Phainon finally leans all the way in and pulls Mydei into another deep kiss. Mydei’s lips move against his as Phainon shifts closer and closer, until their dicks slot against each other.
Their hands stop moving over their own dicks, and Mydei feels Phainon’s hand wrap around his too as he starts stroking them together. Mydei’s skin tingles where Phainon touches him, the heat of his palm sinking into his flesh.
All he can feel in that moment is the taste of Phainon in his mouth, his body pressed close, and his heart pounding against his ribs in a wild, out-of-control rhythm.
His head is a mess. Phainon’s touch is velvety soft, but the strokes are hard and tight around him. Mydei can feel the throb of his pulse against his palm. His cock is so fucking big he can barely get his hand around it. When Mydei tries to move his hand too, he feels Phainon hiss into the kiss.
“Fuck, yeah,” Phainon breathes, giving his lips a few soft pecks. “That feels good. Grip tighter.”
And Mydei does, gripping tighter as he moves with him, his thumb brushing over the damp bead at the tip. Phainon speeds up, guiding him into the same rhythm. He clearly knows what he’s doing, because within seconds Mydei is already getting lost in the pleasure, arching back as a choked gasp tears from his throat.
“Ah…” Mydei grits out. “Phainon…”
“Relax,” Phainon murmurs, his thumb still moving over the sensitive spot just under the head. “I’ve got you,” he adds, his breaths growing quicker and more uneven.
Mydei answers by catching Phainon’s lower lip between his teeth before pulling him back into the kiss. “Harder,” he grunts, then leans in again, continuing their make-out.
He can feel Phainon tighten his grip, and Mydei does the same, picking up the pace. He wants to make him feel good too, wants to make him lose control the way he’s making him lose control. And when Phainon changes the angle of his wrist, rubbing his thumb over his slit, Mydei can’t help but moan loudly.
“Yeah, like that,” Phainon mutters against his lips. “Let me hear your sweet voice.”
And Mydei does. He stops trying to hold back the sounds, the whimpers, the gasps, and the moans. He lets them spill out as his hand works harder and faster, making his wrist ache. Phainon’s leaking steadily now, and the slickness makes it easy to move, to twist, and to pump.
Mydei looks at Phainon as his eyes are closed, his face a mask of intense concentration. His brows are furrowed, his lips parted. He looks beautiful. The line of his jaw, the pale of his eyelashes against his cheekbones, the way the lamplight catches the sweat beading on his temple. There’s a vulnerability in the way he’s lost to the sensation, in the way he’s letting Mydei see him like this.
Then his eyes snap open, and they lock onto his. And he can see the fondness in them now, something that feels like it means more than just their little revenge plan.
Suddenly, that fondness makes his heart pound harder, and he finally stops moving his hand over his dick and sits up. Phainon looks at him in surprise until Mydei leans forward and takes his big cock into his mouth.
“Ah, shit.” Phainon grabs onto his hair as he leans his head back.
Mydei doesn’t know where the impulse comes from, but there’s a loud voice in his mind telling him he needs to know how to make him go wild, that he needs to taste him more.
Phainon’s whole body goes rigid, his fingers tangling in Mydei’s hair. “Mydei,” he breathes, his name a prayer and a plea. “What are you doing?”
Mydei doesn’t answer right away. His mouth is full, his focus entirely on the head of his cock as his tongue moves over it, teasing the slit and tracing along the ridge beneath. The salty, musky taste fills his mouth, better than anything he had imagined.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Mydei murmurs around him.
“It looks like you’re taking the plan too serious. That’s what it looks like,” Phainon chuckles.
Mydei lets his dick slip out of his mouth with a pop, then looks up at him. “You’re the one who said we need to be serious, so shut up.” Mydei licks a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, following the vein that runs all the way to the top. “Or do you want me to stop?”
“Are you fucking kidding? Don’t you dare stop.”
Phainon growls as he pushes on the back of Mydei’s head, and Mydei opens wide, taking him in as far as he can. It makes him gag when he hits the back of his throat, and his jaw starts to ache immediately.
After a while, just testing the waters, he finds a rhythm with his tongue that seems to work, judging by the way Phainon is writhing on the bed above him, muttering a stream of curses.
Mydei looks up at him through his lashes, and the sight of him with his head thrown back, chest heaving, one hand gripping a pillow and the other fisted in his hair makes Mydei forget all about his aching jaw. He redoubles his efforts, taking him deeper, letting him move against his mouth with short, shallow thrusts.
“Fuck, Mydei. That mouth is magic, holy shit. You’ve got skills,” Phainon rambles.
The praise sends a wave of warmth through Mydei’s body, and he moans around him. He wants to make him feel even better, even though tears are already streaming down his face.
He seems to get it, if the way he groans Mydei’s name says anything. “Feels so good,” he breathes, softer this time. “Don’t stop… right there.”
Mydei takes a deep breath and goes for it, forcing himself to take him all the way to the hilt, his nose buried in the pale curls at the base of his dick. He holds his breath for as long as he can, his throat constricting around him, then pulls back, gasping for air, strings of saliva and precum connecting his lips to the head of his cock.
“How are you so good at this?” he says, his voice ragged. “If this is you just rehearsing for our little plan, then goddamn.” Phainon pushes him onto his back, then braces himself over him like he’s about to do a push-up, his cock hanging right above his mouth.
Mydei lets out a chuckle. “I know, right? I might actually get a good spot as an actor, don’t you think?”
But then Phainon lowers himself, feeding him his cock, and Mydei is back to work.
“Yes, suck that cock,” he groans.
Mydei opens wide to take him in, his hands gripping the hard muscles of his thighs to guide him. Phainon’s whole body trembles as he takes him deep, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of the head.
Phainon starts to move in a steady rhythm, and Mydei meets him thrust for thrust, taking him all the way in. The head of his cock brushes against the back of his throat, and he doesn’t gag this time. He just takes it, getting used to it, learning what he likes.
Phainon is muttering a steady stream of filth now, a litany of dirty words, and Mydei is eating it up, everything he does to him. The words that come out of his mouth, the sounds he makes when he’s inside him, the way he looks at Mydei with those hungry eyes.
But all in Mydei’s mind is that he wants to take it, wants to take it all. Every inch of that fucking dick. Every filthy word that falls from his lips. Every drop of precum Phainon feeds him.
Phainon is leaking so much at this point, and his thrusts are growing erratic. It’s like a fountain of precum filling his mouth. The salty, slightly bitter taste coats his tongue, his throat, his lips. It’s all he can taste at that point, and all Mydei can do is take it, like he’s being fed a five-star meal.
The sounds they are making are so obscene. Wet, slurping, gagging noises bounce off the walls, filling the room, and he knows they even carry outside, spilling into the corridors of this floor.
“Fuck, Mydei, you were starving for that, weren’t you?” he growls, the muscles in his arms cording as he holds himself above him. Phainon watches him, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, a look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face.
Mydei can’t even answer with his mouth full of cock, but he gives a hum of agreement around it. Because he’s right, he can feel it—like he’s been starving, like all his life he’s been missing this feeling of a big cock down his throat.
“Just like that. Take that fucking cock. You feel so good,” Phainon moans.
Mydei closes his eyes and lets himself go, lets Phainon take control, lets him use his mouth for his pleasure. And Phainon isn’t holding back anymore. He’s moving against him at a frantic pace, and Mydei lets him, his own nails digging into the firm flesh of his thighs.
Everything blurs together, a wet, hot, messy haze. Mydei loses track of everything, the world narrowing down to the friction of his cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He isn’t thinking anymore, just existing in the moment, with him.
Then Phainon pulls out suddenly, leaving him feeling empty and exposed. Mydei gasps for breath, saliva and precum dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He looks up at him, confused, his lips swollen and bruised, his hard dick throbbing between his legs, a silent cry for attention.
“What’s wrong?” Mydei asks, his voice hoarse.
“Nothing’s wrong.” His chest is heaving, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I was almost shooting my load down your throat.”
“I don’t mind. I wanted it,” Mydei says shamelessly.
Phainon lets out a low, breathy laugh. “Oh, I know you don’t. That’s the problem.”
He pushes himself off the bed and stands over him, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His cock bobs in front of him, a flushed, angry-red thing, and Mydei can’t help but stare, licking his lips. He wants it back in his mouth so badly it makes him hungry for his cum even more.
“You want to take this further?” he asks, stroking himself slowly, his thumb smearing the precum over the head of his cock.
Mydei’s mouth goes dry as he looks at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
Phainon doesn’t answer with words as he moves toward the bedside table and rummages through a drawer. Mydei hears the rustle of foil and the snap of plastic. Phainon pulls out a small, square packet and a bottle of lube, then tosses them onto the mattress next to Mydei.
“Oh, you know what I mean.” Phainon kneels on the bed between Mydei’s spread legs. “But I’ll give you a hint. It involves me putting my cock somewhere deep inside your body, but not your mouth.”
Mydei’s heart is a jackhammer against his ribs. He stares at the foil packet and the bottle of lube like he’s never seen any of those objects before. The rational part of his brain, the part that’s been on mute for the last hour is screaming that this is getting too far.
But the rest of his brain is thinking something entirely different. It’s telling him to spread his legs wider, to arch his back, and to let Phainon do whatever he wants to him.
And that part of his brain feels like its voice is getting louder, taking full control of his body, making him curious and the desire stronger to feel him inside his body, to be filled by him, to have him thrust so deep into a part of himself he can’t even reach on his own.
“I can see the gears in your mind working so hard,” Phainon says, a smug smile playing on his lips. “You love the idea, don’t you?”
“This is a terrible idea,” Mydei whispers, but the words lack conviction.
“Is it?” Phainon leans forward, placing a hand on either side of Mydei’s head, caging him in. His cock nudges against Mydei’s hole beneath his balls, and Mydei has to bite back a moan. “It feels like a pretty fucking good idea to me.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing against Mydei’s ear. “It feels like the best fucking idea I’ve had all day.”
Mydei feels his eyes flutter at that, the warm brush of Phainon’s breath tickling his ear as he murmurs those dirty words against it. He can feel himself melting beneath him, letting himself sink deeper into the sensation.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” Phainon murmurs, his breath warm against Mydei’s skin. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you so deep, thrusting until you can’t think anymore, as you take me in, begging me to go even faster and deeper, lost in all your thoughts and just drowning in pleasure.” He grinds his cock against the cleft of Mydei’s ass.
Mydei opens his mouth to say it, to say the words that will end this madness. But what comes out instead is—
“I want you, Phainon.”
Phainon gave a chuckle, a throaty sound that vibrated through him. “I knew it.” He pushed himself up, giving him a triumphant grin. “You want this as much as I do.”
He then rips open the XXL condom packet with his teeth and rolls it down his impressive length, covering that gorgeous cock in a thin layer of latex, which makes Mydei grunt in disappointment.
“Oh, you prefer this bare? Now this is exciting,” Phainon smirks as he throws away the condom and continues by pouring lube onto his fingers and rubbing them together. “You have no idea how much I wanna feel your tight ass with nothing between us. I’m glad you want it too.”
Phainon reaches between Mydei’s legs, trailing a finger up the inside of his thigh. “We clearly share the same idea.”
Mydei was about to reply to him, but the words died on his lips as Phainon entered one finger into him and wiggled it until he found the spot which made Mydei wriggle and whine. Mydei inhaled sharply as he pulled his finger out again and let it linger around his hole before pushing it back in.
He closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting the sensations wash over him. His finger was a gentle pressure, massaging the spot over and over, making Mydei grab onto his shoulder. “Ah, wait, Phainon,” he warned him.
Phainon just laughs at his reaction. “Let me make you feel better.” He pushes his finger in deeper and starts to move it in a gentle rhythm, in and out, then crooks it again and presses even harder on that one spot.
Mydei shouts, his back arching hard off the bed. “Ughhh, stop pressing it like that.”
“No,” Phainon murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I want you to feel good.” He drives his finger against that spot again, pressing harder now, and Mydei’s whole body shudders as the pleasure flares behind his eyes. “That’s where my cock’ll be in a minute, Mydei. Right there. I’ll push into it over and over when I thrust deep inside you.”
Mydei was panting now, sweat beading on his forehead, his hips shifting in a counter-rhythm to his hand, trying to take him deeper. He added a second finger, and it burned a little, but it didn’t feel as bad as Phainon kept pressing on that one spot.
Phainon was patient, taking his time, scissoring his fingers to open Mydei up and prepare him. All the while, he spoke in that low, sultry voice, telling him how well he was taking it, how much he was going to enjoy fucking him, how tight his ass would feel around his cock.
By the time he added a third finger, Mydei was reduced to nothing more than a writhing, desperate mess on the bed. The burn had faded, replaced by an all-consuming pleasure. Mydei’s cock was so hard it hurt, and he was leaking so much he was starting to worry he’d come before Phainon even got inside him.
“I think you’re ready.” Phainon pulls his fingers out, leaving him feeling achingly empty.
Mydei opens his eyes, and Phainon is hovering over him, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds himself up. There’s an intense, hungry look in his eyes.
That was exactly what Mydei wanted to see on his face, and it only made him greedier, wanting to watch how he could break him when he finally pushed himself inside. “Fuck me, Phainon. Put that big cock in me and fuck me like you mean it.”
Phainon doesn’t need to be told twice as he slicks up his large, hard, red, twitching cock, the lube making it gleam under the light. He positions himself at Mydei’s entrance, the broad head nudging against the loosened muscle. He starts to push, and Mydei feels the burn return, more intense than before. He grits his teeth, hands fisting the sheets as Phainon slowly feeds his cock into him.
“Look at me,” Phainon commands, and Mydei’s eyes fly to his. “Let me in, Mydei.”
And Mydei does as he says. He takes a deep breath, and as he exhales, he consciously relaxes his body. He feels himself give under the pressure, inch by inch, his body easing open around him. The stretch hits hard, almost overwhelming, before it finally yields, the head of his cock pushing through and settling deep inside his body.
They both let out a long, shuddering “Fuuuuck” at the exact same time.
Mydei feels so full, so overwhelmingly full it settles deep in his stomach as Phainon stays still for a moment, giving him time to adjust, letting him get used to the sensation. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure, discomfort and something deeply satisfying. He can feel every ridge and vein of Phainon’s cock, every pulse inside him making his head spin.
Mydei blinks up at him with a dazed look, taking in his wild appearance, his eyes gleaming and out of focus, his hair mussed, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. Mydei can tell he wants to move, and wants to plunge himself deeper into his body, but he holds himself in check, waiting for his approval.
He keeps his grip at the back of Phainon’s neck and pulls him down into another kiss. Their mouths come together rougher this time, the kiss turning messy as teeth knock and tongues tangle out of sync.
He wraps his legs around him, heels pressing into the small of his back. “More,” Mydei gasps against his lips. “Give me more.”
With his tongue still in Mydei’s mouth, Phainon does as he asks and pushes forward, sinking into him in one long, slow slide that feels endless. It hurts at first, but beneath it something begins to bloom as he brushes that spot on the way in, and Mydei’s whole body convulses, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The rest of his body goes limp as all the tension drains out of him, replaced by a deep, bone-heavy pleasure. Mydei feels like a ragdoll in his arms, completely pliant and at his mercy. He can’t even think anymore, except for wanting him to thrust deeper and faster.
Phainon finally breaks the kiss when Mydei’s lungs start to burn, pulling back just enough to look at him. “Feel that, hmm?” he murmurs, bringing his hand to Mydei’s stomach. He rolls his hips in a slow circle, then pushes in deep again as he presses his hand with each thrust. “That’s my cock. Right here. All the way inside you.”
Mydei can tell he’s buried completely inside him, from the faint tickle of the hair at his balls against his ass to the solid press of his thighs against the backs of his own. Their bodies are sealed together, close in a way that leaves no space between them. He can feel Phainon’s heart hammering against him, quick and restless, beating in time with his own.
“I told you, Mydei, I’ll bury my cock deep inside.” The words come out in a breathy whisper. “Fuck you until there’s nothing in your brain but me.”
Mydei can’t even reply to that, and a feral grin spreads across Phainon’s face. “Yeah? Nothing on your mind right now? Feels good, right?” He pulls out almost all the way until only the tip is left inside, leaving Mydei aching with the sudden emptiness, then drives back in hard and fast, striking that spot with bruising force.
Mydei cries out, his hands flying to his back, his nails digging into the sweat-slick skin.
“Yeah, like that, hmm?” Phainon asks, pulling out before slamming back in again. “Is this how hard you want me to drive into you?”
“Yes,” Mydei moans, the word torn from his throat. “Yesyesyes… ahhh Phainon, give me more.”
Phainon keeps up a brutal pace, driving into him with deep, forceful thrusts that knock the breath from his lungs. There’s nothing slow about it anymore, nothing holding him back. He takes what he wants, and Mydei gives it just as freely, just as eagerly, loving every second of it.
He’s hard as rock now, his cock engorged and flushed red, streaks of precum trapped between their bodies and smearing against their stomachs with every thrust. Mydei wraps his legs tighter around him, hooking his ankles behind his back, giving himself over to the sensation. He’s no longer in control, just letting Phainon do as he wishes.
It’s incredible how quickly the body adapts. The burn has faded completely, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that spreads from Mydei’s core and floods through him. His vision is blurry, his ears are ringing, and all he can do is feel the thick, hard length moving inside him, the stretch, the fullness, the slow, consuming friction as he drives deeper into Mydei’s body.
The bed creaks loudly in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. At this point, the whole building is going to hear what they’re doing, but he can’t bring himself to care. Let them complain. Let the whole building know. Let the whole fucking planet know.
“You’re so tight, Mydei,” Phainon grunts, his breath hot against his ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” Mydei manages to gasp out. “Your cock… it’s so big.”
He lets out a strained laugh. “You like that big cock, don’t you? You like having it stretch your tight little ass?”
“I love it,” Mydei says, the words coming out in a broken, incoherent spill as saliva trickles from his mouth, his head spinning, his expression dazed, lights flickering through his vision every time Phainon drives inside.
“I love it, I love your big cock,” he rambles.
Phainon gives a chuckle. “I think you’ve lost the script here, Mydei,” he says, punctuating it with a brutal, deep thrust. “Forget the plan. I’ll fuck your brains out until the weekend, how about that?”
His mind reels as he pants, his hips rising to meet the next thrust. “Okay,” he nods, still dazed.
“So cute… your expression right now, all dazed from the pleasure, it’s so adorable.” Phainon reaches down and palms his ass, pulling him closer, deeper. “What do I do with you, Mydei? I think I’m starting to get addicted to this.”
“Nghh,” Mydei can only let out a whimper as Phainon shifts his weight, changing the angle of his thrusts.
“Seeing you with my cock in your mouth… that made me lose my mind. But this… being inside you… fuck. I don’t think I can get enough of this feeling.” Phainon pulls him into a tight embrace as he pounds into him again and again, hitting that spot relentlessly, making Mydei gasp and moan uncontrollably. “I love it, I love it so much, Mydei.”
“Ungghhh,” Mydei wraps his legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, showing him he wants everything he has to give.
It seems to push Phainon into something more feral as he fucks him with a fierce intensity that borders on violent. His balls slap against Mydei’s ass, the headboard hammering a steady rhythm into the wall, the desk light rattling until something finally falls to the floor, completely ignored by both of them.
Mydei was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation. There was only the feel of Phainon’s cock inside him, the heat of his body, the sound of Phainon’s harsh breathing in his ear. Everything about him surrounded Mydei, filling both his mind and his body. At this point, he couldn’t think anymore, only clawing at Phainon’s back as helpless, broken moans spilled from his lips.
They move together like animals, each of them instinctively knowing what the other needs. When Phainon changes the angle, Mydei tilts his hips. When Phainon speeds up, he digs his heels into his back. When Phainon slows down, Mydei wraps his arms around his neck, holding him close.
The pleasure is building, coiling deep in his belly, a tight knot of heat drawing tighter and tighter. Mydei’s dick is trapped between them, the friction of their bodies making it harder and harder to control, pushing him right to the edge of his orgasm.
“I’m close,” Mydei gasps, his nails scraping down Phainon’s back, already marked with his scratches, some of them bleeding where he’s been clawing too hard without noticing.
“Me too,” Phainon grunts. “So fucking close.”
“Come inside me,” Mydei blurts out.
“You sure?” Phainon gasps, his thrusts slowing for a moment.
“I’m sure.” Mydei nods, his heels digging into Phainon’s back as he urges him to keep going.
“You’re fucking greedy for it, aren’t you? Wanna be filled so badly, don’t you?” Phainon whispers in his ear, making Mydei shudder.
“Every last drop,” he whispers back.
“Fuck, Mydei, I’m gonna—” Phainon groans as his thrusts grow messy, and Mydei can feel his cock twitch deep inside him as Phainon comes with a hoarse shout, his whole body shuddering.
The feeling is so intense it sends Mydei over the edge. He doesn’t even have to touch himself. His orgasm rips through him, a blinding wave of pleasure that leaves him shaking.
It feels like he’s been coming for a while now, yet his cock keeps spilling in nonstop spurts. It feels like he’s being turned inside out. And through it all, Phainon keeps himself buried deep inside him, moving slowly as he presses in, as if trying to give Mydei every last drop.
Then Phainon collapses on top of him, his full weight pressing him into the mattress. They’re a sticky, sweaty, cum-covered mess, and Mydei has never felt more satisfied. He wraps his arms around Phainon, holding him close, his face buried in the crook of his neck as he breathes him in.
They lie there for a while, their bodies tangled together, their hearts still pounding against each other’s chests, the rhythm slowly beginning to settle. The only sound in the room is their ragged breathing.
“So,” he says after a minute, voice still rough, “you still think this was a terrible idea?”
Mydei looks at him, then slowly lifts a hand to brush through his sweat-damp hair. “It was,” he replies, and he watches Phainon’s face fall for just a second. “It was the worst idea.”
Then he reached out and cupped Phainon’s cheek, his thumb stroking it gently. “And it was the best fucking idea you could have had.”
A lazy smile spreads across Phainon’s face, replacing the brief shadow of doubt. He doesn’t say anything, just turns his head and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to Mydei’s palm. It’s such a tender, unexpectedly intimate gesture that it makes Mydei’s chest ache.
“Do you still want to go on a date with me?” he asks.
Mydei feels a flush, heat creeping up his neck. “I guess I don’t have any good plans, so… let’s see what you have in mind.”
“Oh, I have so many more fun things in mind,” Phainon says with a wink, then pushes himself off the bed. “I’m a mess. You’re a mess. This room is a mess. I think it’s shower time.” He holds out a hand. “You coming?”
Mydei lets him pull him to his feet, his legs a little unsteady. His body feels used in the best possible way. Every muscle is pleasantly sore, settled into a dull, satisfying ache.
He can still feel Phainon inside him, a lingering phantom fullness, the ghost of the pleasure that had torn through his body.
“Let’s go,” Mydei says, lacing his sticky fingers through Phainon’s.
“So, which one do you like better, babe, the dolphin or the shark?” Phainon asked, bright with excitement as he held the stuffed animal pillow beside his face and smiled at Mydei.
Mydei gave him a flat look, then sighed and turned toward the trolley, now overflowing with an absurd pile of pillows.
“No, I said we already have too many, Phainon. Enough with the pillows,” Mydei snapped as he snatched one of them away and put it back on the rack.
Phainon looked at him with the saddest expression, like a scolded puppy, as he looped an arm through Mydei’s and held his hand, their matching watches clinking softly together. Mydei was wearing the watch Phainon had bought before, and Phainon was wearing Mydei’s, because in the end, they had decided to keep them.
“I don’t think we have enough pillows yet, because you keep complaining that your back keeps hurting, so we need to buy more,” he said as he nuzzled against Mydei, which made Mydei roll his eyes, because that wasn’t even the reason his back kept aching.
“It’s not because we lack pillows. It’s because there’s this someone, this horny man, who keeps trying to fuck me every chance he gets, every single day, nonstop.” Mydei tried to pry Phainon off his arm. “Get away from me.”
“But we’re in our honeymoon era, babe. I’m just trying to give you your fill,” Phainon whined, and Mydei noticed him glance off to the side. “It’s because I love you so much,” he added loudly.
A crash came from the next aisle over, and Mydei knew it was Timothy trying to stalk them again.
He’d been following Phainon and Mydei all through the mall like the little stalker he was, still acting like he had a chance, which was just getting pathetic at this point.
“I love you too, but you need to control yourself, babe,” Mydei said, playing along as he showed his affection by pinching Phainon’s cheek and dragging his face away when he tried to lean in.
It was starting to get annoying, all this lovey-dovey acting, because PDA still wasn’t exactly okay in a public place, and the mother beside them, who was buying a stuffed animal for her daughter, was already giving them a strange look.
“That’s why we’re buying pillows,” Phainon chuckled, rubbing his reddened cheek.
Mydei snatched the trolley and started walking, leaving Phainon behind. He tried to move faster to get away from him, but Phainon was already stuffing several cat pillows into the trolley again.
He couldn’t get very far that quickly, not when his body was still aching from how intensely Phainon had fucked him before they came to the mall, and even now his legs were still trembling.
Mydei was about to scold him again, but Phainon snatched the trolley away and linked their arms as he dragged Mydei into another aisle. “I think I saw a really cute lamp that would be perfect for our bedroom.”
They had ended up living together after that. When Mydei said he wanted to get a refund for the watches, Phainon had suggested that he just become his roommate and keep his money instead of paying rent. Mydei had agreed at first because he thought he could pay Phainon back afterward, once he was done dealing with the damage control.
But after living with Phainon for only a few days, he was already starting to think that moving in together had been a terrible idea, because since then, his ass had barely gotten a single break.
It was like being fucked by a feral animal every day in every corner of Phainon’s apartment, and that was how their date ended, with them buying pillows and other furniture that had been broken during their… rough and intense sessions.
“Can we buy this one? It’d be perfect for the sofa.” Phainon said, pointing at a really huge body pillow.
Mydei narrowed his eyes at him in silence. After a moment of glaring at Phainon over his ridiculousness, he snatched the trolley back.
“I’m leaving,” he said, then walked away.
“Nooo, Mydei, come back.” Phainon ran after him, giggling all the way, and eventually settled for walking beside him, slipping an arm around Mydei from behind.