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Phainon is lying on his back, staring up at the sky, his lungs wheezing and every muscle in his body exhausted. The man standing tall above him cranes his neck into Phainon’s field of vision.
“You’re really that worn out? I didn’t even kick you that hard,” he says in a monotone voice.
His eyes are narrowed into a scowl, scrutinizing Phainon as he lies motionless and gasps for enough air to make a comeback.
“The footprint in my chest…begs to differ,” he grunts, attempting to sit up.
Nope. Abs too sore. He falls back onto the grass.
Mydei’s scowl quickly juts into a smile, only for a second. The next, he extends a hand to help the fallen warrior making a fool of himself. He controls his own breathing to mask how much their sparring match wore him out too. He’s not going to let Phainon know how closely matched they are if he doesn’t have to.
Phainon stares at the golden metal fingertips that are reaching for him. Without lifting his head, he weakly reaches for that hand and grasps it. Mydei’s chest looks really good from this angle. Phainon breathes in deeply, clearly needing more oxygen to his brain if that’s the first thought that came to mind, and gets pulled to his feet.
Every other Friday evening, they make time to spar for an hour or two. After working up a good sweat, they typically end the night by going to the bath house. It’s a simple ritual, but one that’s mutually beneficial in keeping up physique and relieving stress. Both of them joke about only showing up to beat the crap out of each other, but it had become something to look forward to for both of them, even if that went unspoken.
Phainon places a shaky hand on Mydei’s shoulder.
“Bath….house…” he pants.
Mydei grins. He lightly smacks Phainon between his shoulders and starts walking away. “Don’t collapse on the way there.”
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Mydei reaches the bath house first. The manager at the front desk nods politely at him as he enters the changing rooms. Besides that one familiar face, there seems to be no one else present. It’s not super strange, they sparred for much longer than usual today and most people wouldn’t stay this late. At least, he’s assuming it’s an hour or two later than usual. He can’t exactly tell by the position of the sun thanks to the eternal day thing, and his phone is in his bag. Which, by tradition, the loser of the match has to carry.
Speaking of said loser, Phainon stumbles in, carrying two bags. He slumps them off his shoulder onto the ground with an exhausted thud.
“Honestly, you couldn’t have waited two more minutes?”
“No.”
Both of them open up an empty locker.
“Ruthless in and out of battle,” Phainon shakes his head.
Mydei fights a smirk. He may have packed extra heavy things in his bag today for this exact reason. He steels his expression and tosses the bag into the locker.
“I want a rematch,” Phainon continues.
“You’ll get one in two weeks.”
“No, no, different kind of rematch. Tonight. Right here in the bath house.”
Mydei looks to the side, intrigued, and faces Phainon’s devilish grin.
“Specifically, in the extra hot steam room.”
Ahh, that’s what he meant.
He wants a rematch of their game to see who can last longer in the heat. Mydei can’t help but bark out a laugh.
“Hah! Trying to reclaim your honor after such a humiliating defeat last time?”
“It was a very close match and I fought valiantly until the end,” Phainon deflects, waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t pretend like you weren’t a minute away from passing out after I did.”
Mydei narrows his eyes at that. It’s spot on, but Phainon doesn’t need to know that. So instead he scoffs, maintaining his air of superiority.
“I was only beginning to warm up. I could have lasted hours longer. However, if you wish to make a fool of yourself in front of a crowd twice in a row, I will not stop you from doing so.”
“Ah,” Phainon clicks his tongue. “Yeah about that...if we made innocent bystanders lose consciousness again…well, I doubt we’ll get off as easy as last time.”
Mydei nods in agreement. This is a solid point.
“That said, it just so happens I was able to reserve a private extra hot bath room for two hours.”
Mydei’s head perks up. Phainon has a wry grin on his face. Despite the courtesy of his words, his eyes are sparkling brightly with mischief.
“Of course, you can supposedly last much longer than that. I hope this meager challenge doesn’t bore the iron-willed prince too much.”
Mydei feels the corners of his lips tug involuntarily. Phainon is…. really good at that. Being considerate in a nonchalant way. Doing nice things and presenting it as a ‘challenge’ so Mydei doesn’t feel indebted to him. Mydei makes a mental note that he must return the favor sometime soon. He raises his chin with an arrogant smirk.
“After all these years I trust that you will not bore me, Deliverer.”
Phainon chuckles at that. An airy, care-free laugh that Mydei has grown very fond of. It soothes him the same way a warm bath does. Phainon smiles and looks directly at him, one hand on his hip and the other pointing a finger at Mydei’s chest.
“Now, listen up- I’m going all out this time. I want a proper round two, no holds barred. I won’t let you have the same unfair advantage as last time.”
“Advantage?”
“Your armor. Or lack thereof, I should say.” Phainon replies, beginning to take off his metal shoulder plates. “I stand by the fact that you only won because you were wearing much less than I was last time.”
Yeah, that makes sense. They usually change into robes anyways, but last time was so impulsive they didn’t bother.
“Fine,” Mydei nods. “I’ll go grab some bathing robes.”
Phainon has moved on to slipping his shirt over his shoulders. “You can get one for yourself; I’m not taking any chances against such a formidable opponent.”
His back muscles are truly a work of art. Mydei is only half-listening, watching how his elegant shoulders shift as the white fabric of the shirt glides over his head and then off of his well-toned arms. He’s seen Phainon’s bare torso many times, but that doesn’t make the sight any less hypnotizing.
“It’s a private bath,” Phainon continues, still undressing with his back to him. “So wearing just a towel is fine.”
Mydei now sees the short, fluffy white towel on the bench next to him. It will…not cover much. He parts his lips, trying to think of a way to deflect and call Phainon indecent, but before he can, Phainon looks over his shoulder and meets Mydei’s eyes.
“Of course, I think the bathing robes suit our crown prince just fine.” He tilts his head with a smile so sickeningly sweet it makes Mydei’s chest ache .
“No need to follow suit for my sake…your highness~”
All rationality goes out the door when Phainon pokes at Mydei’s competitive side. Pride overtakes any shyness he might have had in that moment. All of the sudden it would only be embarrassing to not go along with this. Mydei gives a loud ‘hmph’ and snatches a towel from the nearby stack. In the same breath he begins unfastening the heavy golden gauntlets that weigh down his arms. Phainon looks, half surprised that he actually gave into the taunt, and watches the gauntlets CLANK onto the ground. Mydei raises the palm of one of his now bare hands and massages the palm and knuckles with the other hand, never taking his eyes off Phainon. “Quit talking nonsense. Let’s hurry up so we can start already.”
There’s that wild look in his eye that Phainon was trying to ignite. He’s happy that Mydei’s getting fired up, but at the same time he can’t quite tear his eyes away from the veins of Mydei’s large hands. Mydei pops his knuckles and flexes the fingers that are normally weighed down. Unsurprisingly, the deep crimson markings that wrap around his torso and arms flow down to his forearms and fingertips. The red stripe that runs down each finger really accentuates how long and thick they are. Suddenly an uncovered hand feels like an incredibly scandalous and indecent part of the body. Phainon chalks it up to the simple fact that he does not see Mydei’s bare hands on a daily basis and dismisses any weird thoughts about why a naked hand could look so lewd. Mydei has not noticed that Phainon is staring and ties his hair back, fingers flexing slightly to loop through the hair tie. Phainon turns away and scrambles to finish disrobing. The sooner he can focus on the challenge, the better.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hot steam wisps off of the medium-sized pool in a dreamy haze. Soft, soothing spa music drifts throughout the room, making the hot water even more inviting and easy to fall asleep in. Through the high windows, an endless sky of stars glitter and remind the two men that they’re the only ones still in the bathhouse at this late hour. Having no one else around makes the experience ten times more relaxing. The nearly boiling water is unbearably hot at first, but becomes tolerable within a minute of sitting still and fighting the urge to step in slowly. You know, how a normal person would.
Mydei can show no such weakness, and Phainon follows suit. Neither of them test the water with a foot, they both walk into the scalding water as if it were room-temperature, ignoring the body’s natural reaction to jump out. Mydei sits down on the bench, stretching his arms out on the side of the pool.
“Could be warmer,” he says nonchalantly, already beginning to sweat.
Phainon laughs at the obvious lie but agrees. “It must have cooled down while we were bickering. It’s a shame the attendants aren’t here to raise the temperature.”
“Not even the employees are here?”
Phainon shakes his head. “There’s no way they’d still be here at this hour. I know the manager well, he agreed to let us use the room this late as long as we cleaned after ourselves and locked up.”
Mydei stares at him with a soft look of awe. Phainon says it like it’s nothing, but he must have done a lot of convincing to arrange this. He really is amazing.
Phainon wipes some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Still feeling grateful, Mydei chooses not to taunt him over it. Phainon plucks a few grapes from a nearby fruit platter resting on the ledge and plops them into his mouth.
“You’re looking a little flushed there, crown prince” he says while chewing.
Nope, nevermind.
“You’re the one sweating like a sinner on judgement day,” Mydei bites back, rolling his eyes.
Phainon snorts and picks up more grapes on his left hand side.
“And since the topic of cheating was brought up, I feel like eating grapes could be considered unfair,” Mydei points out.
“How is eating grapes unfair?”
(Is what Phainon intended to say, but through a mouthful of grapes it sounded much more like garbled nonsense. Jesus Christ, at least eat them one at a time.)
Mydei somehow understands and replies, “Those grapes are chilled, eating them is helping regulate your body temperature. And it’s unfair because they’re only by you. ”
Phainon looks over at Mydei, who’s on his right hand side and notices that there is in fact only one plate near them, and it’s next to Phainon. There are several plates of fruit surrounding the bath, but since they sat directly next to each other…
“Fine, take some then.” Phainon offers him two grapes that have been resting in his palm. His hands are pale and elegant. They’re also dripping wet though.
Mydei pushes it away in disgust.
“I don’t want your soggy grapes.”
“You’re impossible- just take it then, will you??
Phainon grabs the entire bunch of grapes by the stem and holds it towards Mydei. The water is just above naval height while sitting; Phainon has to lift them high so that they don’t get wet, and because of the close proximity, the grapes were dangling very close to Mydei’s face. Perhaps it was Phainon’s vague wording, perhaps it was the steam starting to make Mydei dizzy, mixed with the tantalizing cold grapes just out of reach from his lips. His eyes are half-closed in a daze. Phainon truly had no ulterior motive; despite that, he watches Mydei slowly inch closer toward his own face, gently place a grape in between his teeth, and use his tongue to help pluck it off the stem when it didn’t fall away naturally. Mydei sighs at the small amount of relief the cold juice provided. It really was starting to get way too hot in here.
“You’re right,” Phainon finally says, tearing his gaze away from Mydei’s throat as it swallows. “No more grapes. It’s totally unfair.” He places them back on the plate and pushes the platter out of reach. Mydei looks over at him. He grins at how red Phainon’s face is. He must be nearing his breaking point. It’s a good thing, too. Mydei’s not sure how much longer he can stand the dizzying heat. His whole face and scalp are wet with sweat. Instead of wiping it from his brow, he walks a few steps further into the bath, holds his breath, and dunks his head underwater. The heat reaches his face and completely envelops him, but once he comes back up for air, there’s a cold chill on his face from no longer touching the hot water. It’s incredibly refreshing. He turns around to walk back to the seat where he left Phainon, but sees no one there. Did….Phainon leave? In the last five seconds? He looks down a few feet in front of him.
Ah, no, there he is. He copied Mydei’s move before Mydei could even come up for air. Within seconds, Phainon pops his head up, breathing in a big lungful of air, his arms dripping water all around him while attempting to brush his hair out of his eyes. He sits back down and looks up at Mydei, who’s still standing.
“Clever move using the chill of the air! But two can play at that…um, game…”
Phainon trails off, forgetting what he was going to say. Mydei’s wet hair is still tied back and draped over his shoulder, but now his usually unkempt bangs are slicked back and his face is fully in view. When standing, Phainon can see the god-like contours of Mydei’s chest. Half of his chest is always in view, so it shouldn’t seem that startling. But seeing his entire frame in full view, framed by moonlight and hot steam….Phainon can no longer tear his eyes away. He knows he’s been staring too long, he’s incredibly aware of it, but something inside of him simply does not allow him to look away . Mydei’s thick, powerful legs are obscured by the water, but Phainon can make out the red markings that snake around the muscle like vines. His eyes trace the red markings that weave around Mydei’s body, studying where they twist and turn and where they branch out. His eyes make it to the sharp hip bone before the mark ends, and there is nothing below it but a white towel. With Mydei standing, Phainon can make out a faint outline underneath it.
“Phainon?”
Shit.
Shit.Shit.Shit.
His face is hot and not from the water. Phainon’s first instinct is that he needs to pretend to faint. NOW. But if he did, Mydei might pick him up. That can’t happen. He’ll just concede defeat to their little ‘challenge’ and get to the changing room. That should seem normal enough.
“Sorry,” Phainon shakes his head, appearing to snap out of his daze. “I think the heat finally got to me, we’ll call you the winner of this round, haha.”
Phainon laughs casually and stands up to get out. Mydei moves closer to him.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it hasn’t even been an hour yet. You lasted longer with armor on, you’re really surrendering this easily?” He says it as a playful taunt, despite being much overheated himself. Truthfully, he just wants to use as much time as they’ve been given. He’s not ready for Phainon’s kind gesture to be over yet.
“Yes yes, I’m much weaker than I thought, haha. You win, you win. I’m just going to step out for a bit.”
Phainon’s words are rushed and his eyes are averting Mydei’s gaze. Only now is Mydei concerned. The Phainon he knows would have a smart mouth and quip back at him until he passes out onto the floor right in front of him. Even then, he wouldn’t blatantly admit Mydei beat him after regaining consciousness. There was something uncharacteristically un-competitive about his behavior that slightly worries Mydei.
“Phainon?”
Phainon flinches and moves further towards the ledge of the bath.
“I’m fine! It’s alright, carry on without me,” he says in a cheerful but hasty tone, refusing to look back at him.
Also concerning.
Phainon stands on the bench within the bath, lifting one foot on the ledge to climb out. Not knowing what else to do to stop his retreating friend, Mydei grabs Phainon’s hand.
“Hold on-”
The second Mydei touches him, Phainon instinctively turns towards him. It’s also at that exact second that Phainon’s towel drops to the floor and reveals a glorious side-view of his massive erection.
Ah. That’s why.
Mydei drops his hand in surprise. Phainon’s erection is flushed pink like the rest of his body. It’s throbbing but somehow still looks like it would be so soft to the touch. Mydei swallows. Phainon scrambles to cover himself with the towel again, convinced that Mydei dropped his hand out of disgust.
“This is-! Fuck sorry, it’s the heat! Th-the heat sometimes makes me um…Sorry, fuck, I’m just gonna-”
He begins to run away again. Mydei’s thoughts are struggling to keep up with the situation, but he at least knows he still doesn’t want Phainon to leave. He catches Phainon’s wrist again. Phainon jolts, looking over his shoulder again, his eyes desperate and pleading for Mydei to let him leave with at least some dignity still intact.
“Don’t um……don’t…...go yet,” Mydei barely manages to choke out.
Fuck, he really has no idea what to say. He doesn’t want Phainon to run away. Not unless he actually wants to run. But…his body’s reaction….it must mean Phainon shares at least some of the same feelings that Mydei feels towards him. Right? If that was possible, Mydei wanted to know. No, he wanted more than that, he wanted to do something about it. He sighs, summoning the courage to look Phainon in the eye again.
“You would back down from the challenge because of this?”
This is stupid.
Phainon’s face flushes even redder than before.
“I-I’m– that’s-”
“I have never known you as a man to run away from obstacles on the path towards glory.” Mydei clears his throat, struggling to keep up his nonchalance. The heat creeps up towards his own cheeks.
God this is stupid.
Speaking in the arrogant way they always do is the only thing keeping him sane enough to speak at all, but Christ he can’t help but cringe at himself. At the same time Mydei fears that if Phainon runs here, Phainon will never have the gall to properly face him ever again. That fear isn’t far off, but at Mydei’s words, Phainon’s shoulder relaxes a bit. He finally turns his body and looks down at Mydei, still in the bath. From the ledge, Phainon allows his wrist to continue being held but clutches the towel around his waist tightly with his other hand.
“However, if our previous challenge has ended prematurely,” Mydei continues. “It seems only right that we hold another- uh…follow up challenge. A round three…of sorts.”
Phainon throws up an eyebrow. “A round three?”
“Yes…but this time it would be a… different type of challenge,” Mydei stammers.
FUCK this is embarrassing. It’s working though. Phainon has relaxed significantly, and actually looks…. happy . He knows Mydei; well enough to understand when he’s struggling to be genuine and communicate something he wants. Phainon is holding his breath anticipating whether or not Mydei is about to stumble his way through expressing that Phainon is something he wants.
“And what sort of challenge might that be?” Phainon asks, trying very hard to soothe his voice back into its regular silky tone.
Mydei feels his face go bright red but he can’t back down now. Using up every ounce of courage in his being (and then some), Mydei puts one leg up on the seat and removes the towel from his waist in a flourish. Right above water level, Mydei’s own erection stands tall. Drops of water roll down the thick, bulging veins.
“Another competition to see who can last longer,” Mydei says resolutely.
There’s a calm determination in his tone and a gentleness in his eyes that Phainon recognizes. He’s not just teasing; he really means it. Phainon feels his heart lifting out of his chest. Now he feels like he might actually pass out. He’s so happy that breathing becomes difficult, but despite that he slips back into the bath smoothly and says with a voice of velvet,
“You’d better hold nothing back, your highness.”
Mydei sighs in relief and smiles.
“Naturally.”
He cautiously cups Phainon’s face with his hand. For a moment, neither of them move or dare to breathe. Mydei closes the distance, kissing him slowly and softly at first. Remembering what Phainon just said, he picks up the pace and gingerly prods his tongue past Phainon’s lips. He caresses Phainon’s tongue with his own, kissing him deeply but gently, his hand gliding down to hold Phainon’s waist. When he pulls back for air, eyes half lidded and unsure where to look, Phainon gives a small laugh.
“I’ve never seen the crown prince so cautious before. It’s strange when you don’t brute force your way through something.”
Mydei smiles, the familiar playful banter putting him at ease.
“Is that a request?”
The hand that was resting on Phainon’s waist moves nimbly to squeeze his ass with a good amount of force. Phainon gasps, his head falling gently into the crook of Mydei’s shoulder.
“We should, um…get out of the water,” Phainon manages to breathe out.
Mydei hums in agreement. They’re both still standing on the bench inside of the bath. He lifts Phainon by the waist, getting a small noise of surprise out of him, and seats him on the ledge.
“Hold on,” Mydei nods at him, lifting himself out of the water.
Phainon watches him walk towards the side of the room and return to the side of the pool with a few towels and some decorative pillows from the lounge chairs. Next to Phainon, he lays the towels out flat and places the pillows at the end.
“That should be a little more comfortable,” Mydei says, wishing it were a little more luxurious.
He steps back into the bath, his feet on the bench so that Phainon is looking over his shoulder. He sheepishly places his hands on either one of Phainon’s thighs and looks to the right, where he set up the towel. Phainon suddenly realizes where Mydei wants him to move and what sort of position that entails. His face grows unspeakably hot.
“You want…me to…?”
“Is that okay?”
“It’s fine!” Phainon rushes to say. “I just uh…I guess I don’t normally bottom so it uh, took me by surprise.”
He gives an awkward, nervous chuckle on instinct. But Mydei’s eyes have changed. They stare up at him hungrily, the lids heavy with lust. Even his breathing has changed- Phainon can tell by the rise and fall of his chest and the way he occasionally has to part his lips to get enough air. Watching the way his pectorals move the slightest bit up and down with each breath, Phainon is filled with that same hunger. The type that makes him forget how awkward he must look until all that’s left is the desire to consume and be consumed.
“If you’re okay with it-”
Phainon nods enthusiastically before Mydei can finish the question. Mydei nods back in acknowledgment. He slowly picks Phainon up by the waist again and lays him down onto the make-shift bed. Phainon is once again taken aback at the weightlessness. He is by no means a light-weight man and about the same size as Mydei in stature- the fact that he can be lifted so effortlessly is a new-found turn-on. Mydei is kneeling on the pool bench to be at the same height as Phainon, who is sitting with his legs propped up and his arms behind him to support his weight. One hand still on his waist, Mydei parts Phainon’s legs more with his left hand and kisses the inner thigh softly. Phainon shivers at the light contact.
“It’s only fair after all,” Mydei suddenly whispers, kissing further and further into his thighs. “Since you lost the last challenge.”
Phainon would laugh if he wasn’t trying to hold back the sounds in his throat. This man was way too competitive. It did spark an idea though.
“Then, does that mean- ngh!”
Phainon couldn’t finish his thought- Mydei had run the tip of his tongue over the head of Phainon’s cock. His tongue teases the tip as lightly as possible, only enough to lick off the beads of precum and trace the outline of the head. Phainon grips Mydei’s hair to keep himself from falling back. He tries to steady his breathing enough to gasp,
“If I win - this challenge - then -nngghh- will I be the one to do as I please with you?”
Mydei takes Phainon’s cock in his hand and slowly licks a long, wet stripe over the shaft, making Phainon’s grip on his hair tighten. Mydei turns his head to look up at him. His position between Phainon’s legs is so tender and docile compared to the intensity in his eyes at this moment. The way those eyes watch him hungrily reminds Phainon of a tiger. Mydei smiles a sharp-toothed grin that looks no less competitive.
“To the victor go the spoils,” he says in a low, inviting tone. “Should you win, you may do with me whatever pleases you.”
He leans closer to Phainon’s ear, a hair's width away, and lowers his voice even more.
“But I don’t intend on letting that happen tonight.”
Phainon lets out a strained whine as Mydei’s large palm presses firmly but precisely into his balls. Not wasting a moment, he takes Phainon’s entire dick into his mouth and begins to work his lips and tongue up and down the shaft. Phainon closes his eyes and presses his lips together tightly, trying desperately to not make embarrassing sounds, but Mydei’s ragged breathing isn’t helping. Mydei opens his eyes and looks up for a moment, lips still wrapped around Phainon’s cock. He licks slower and watches Phainon shiver and curl his toes. Sensing that his partner is tense, he removes his mouth for a moment, long enough that Phainon opens his eyes and makes eye contact with him. Once Mydei has his full attention, he grins wickedly.
He caresses one thigh, then shifts his head down and, at a pace so slow it’s downright cruel, licks Phainon’s dick from the bottom of the balls to the tip of the head, never breaking eye contact for a second. Then before Phainon can think, Mydei swallows him whole again, sucking much faster now.
Phainon can’t take it any more. He involuntarily lets out the cry he’s keeping in the back of his throat, a loud sound so guttural and lewd that heat rises to his face just from hearing himself. He covers his mouth quickly and turns his head away. Mydei raises his body up and leans over to caress Phainon’s face and turn him to look into his eyes again.
“Don’t turn away,” he says, in a voice softer than anything Phainon had ever thought possible from him. “I want to see you.”
He slowly removes Phainon’s hand from his mouth as well.
“I want to hear you. I like hearing you.”
Phainon’s face could not be redder. Despite that, he can’t bring himself to hide it again. Not when Mydei’s face is just as red and he’s being this sincere. So instead he nods obediently. Mydei smiles.
He takes advantage of the fact that he’s now near Phainon’s face to kiss his lips again. This time a bit more aggressively, his tongue able to dominate Phainon’s because of his position leaning over him. Phainon grabs at Mydei’s hair again. When Mydei pulls away, Phainon accidentally tugs his hair with some force. Mydei moans sweetly and falters for a moment. Phainon blinks, surprised.
Huh. Good to know.
Mydei moves back down to kneeling on the bench. He parts Phainon’s legs again and lowers himself to gently tease Phainon’s rim with his tongue. Phainon twitches hard . He’s only bottomed a few times in his life, but he’s never been this sensitive. It’s most likely his choice in a partner that’s making him react like this. That thought actually turns him on even more. The tongue that’s teasing his entrance is so warm. Somehow much warmer than the steam still misting around them. Phainon clenches when that warm tongue pushes past his entrance. He can’t help it. Mydei slips his tongue out.
“You can relax,” he purrs, caressing Phainon’s thigh and placing a soft kiss on it.
Phainon tries to steady his breathing. The sight in front of him is NOT helping. Mydei has a bottle of hair oil in his hand. Where the hell did he get that. Where did that come from. When did he-
Mydei pours the oil out onto two of his fingers. Phainon watches it dribble down his palm, his muscular arm, and then to the floor. Jesus Christ. Phainon is so hard it’s starting to hurt.
Mydei lets him watch his fingers get close to his entrance, both for anticipation and so that he’s not surprised by the touch. Then slowly, he rubs his hole again with one finger. Phainon’s hips twitch slightly, very much needing to move against something soon. Soon Mydei is able to work his entire finger into Phainon. The oil is cold but Mydei’s touch is electric. His long, thick fingers barely have to move to rub every good part of him. Mydei can tell he’s enjoying it from the sounds he’s making. He pulls out and adds another finger. Phainon grips the towel underneath him and grits his teeth to stifle the moan he can’t help but let out. Mydei strokes him faster, an amused grin on his face watching Phainon trying to keep it together. Phainon can’t stand how effortlessly he’s hitting the most sensitive spots. Phainon is being played like an instrument and the sounds coming out of him are just as tender and melodious. Mydei presses against his prostate relentlessly. Phainon moans and gasps with equal vigor, enough to echo throughout the entire bathhouse. Thank God no one else is here. He really can’t take it anymore. He grabs Mydei’s wrist, forcing him to pause.
“Mydei, I can’t…I’m going to…not yet-”
Mydei nods. To Phainon’s surprise, he stands up. Before Phainon can react, Mydei picks him up by the waist and shoulder and brings him close to his chest. Phainon wraps his arms around Mydei’s neck. His thighs straddle Mydei’s torso while Mydei’s hands hold Phainon’s waist. Mydei stands up, Phainon still clinging to him like a koala, and takes a few steps away from the bath. Phainon is dizzy from the heat and being moved high up so suddenly. Heat flushes to his cheeks, never being held in this position before. There are very few people even capable of lifting him like this. And none would stare at him so tenderly while his dick presses against those godly abs.
Mydei recognizes the lust in Phainon’s eyes while looking at his chest and raises him even higher so that his dick rubs in between his soft pecs. Phainon shivers and clutches Mydei’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Mydei can’t help but smile. He’s very aware that Phainon likes his chest. Phainon can only grind against that perfect chest for a moment before Mydei pulls him away. Phainon whines at the loss of sensation, pre-cum dripping onto Mydei’s abs. Mydei nibbles on his collarbone and moves his hands to part his ass cheeks. Slowly, Mydei positions his cock underneath and lets it brush against Phainon’s rim. They both gasp as he pushes in. It’s slow at first, slow and gentle. Mydei lets Phainon take his time sinking into it; it’s worth it to draw out that long, needy sigh from his lips.
Hearing the sounds he’s making is not helping Mydei’s attempts to take it slow. He can’t help but thrust faster, his grip around Phainon’s waist getting tighter.
More. He needs more.
Mydei takes a step forward, thrusting himself inside again while walking to the wall to pin Phainon’s back against it. Good. This makes it easier.
He thrusts at a proper pace with so much force he’s having trouble focusing his vision in all this steam. Phainon is using the full strength of his legs to not only cling on to Mydei, but to lift his thighs up and down and bounce into each thrust as deeply as possible. The slap of skin is embarrassingly loud, Phainon thinks to himself. He hopes Mydei is too focused to hear it.
Mydei is in fact, much too focused to hear it. He’s focused on the loveliness of Phainon’s gasping breaths, the look of pleading desperation in his eyes, and the way his hips are folding like paper while he’s inside of him. This position is perfect for being able to see all of his lewd facial expressions. There’s never been a more breathtaking sight in view. This man is so, so close. Mydei can’t help but wonder what he looks like when he’s pushed beyond the very edge.
Despite craving release himself, Mydei heeds his thrusting to a tortuously slow pace. In his surprise, Phainon dares to make direct eye contact.
“What…what are you- mmmnn!”
Mydei’s relinquished his grip on Phainon’s ass to move one hand to his cock. He glides his thumb over the slit but squeezes the head tight enough to deny him climax. Phainon’s entire body trembles at the slightest flick of his finger. His toes are curling and digging into Mydei’s sides. Mydei can’t hold back much longer when seeing him like this, but continues teasing him anyway.
“Mydei please….I can’t…nggh,”
Mydei’s head is reeling but he still wants to hear him say it. He leans in and whispers in a deep, hushed tone:
“Do you concede defeat, Deliverer?”
Phainon’s mouth opens in disbelief and lets out a “Hah!” that’s half a chuckle and half a gasp. “You’re…s-seriously still…on that?!” he pants, his brows twisting in both pleasure and painful desperation.
"You really are the most -”
Mydei thrusts into him with a bit more force, making him groan and lose his composure again.
“Ghhhgh… way too competitive, I swear,” Phainon mumbles with his teeth grit.
Mydei strokes him again, squeezing slightly harder.
“Ahh!! Okay, okay!” Phainon cries. “Nnnggh, I concede, I concede!”
Mydei grins devilishly. He thumbs the head of Phainon’s cock hard and slow enough that it’s unbearable.
“If you admit defeat, then beg for mercy~”
Unbelievable. Hah…this man-
“T-then…” Phainon swallows any ounce of shame that might have been left in him. He covers his burning red face with one hand.
“Please….hahhh….Mydeimos, please…let me cum,” he whines softly.
Mydei can’t hold back a second longer after such a genuine plea. He rams inside Phainon at full speed and pumps his cock in his fist at a matching pace.
“Very well~”
Phainon can hear the smile in his voice. He parts his fingers from his eyes to catch a glimpse of such a rare sight: a genuine smile from Mydei. Not an arrogant grin or mocking sneer - an actual smile, one with love and fondness behind the eyes. Ah, the humiliation is suddenly incredibly worth it for this sight. To see him look so soft-
Phainon can only enjoy it for a moment; he can feel himself about to reach his climax. He closes his eyes and lets Mydei consume him fully, tipping him over the edge. Phainon calls out his name as he cums, hot white liquid spraying onto Mydei’s chest. Mydei thrusts a few more times before pulling out to sit Phainon down on the ground. Phainon breathes hard, his head still spinning. Mydei kneels down next to him, erection still throbbing, but he needs to make sure Phainon is alright. Phainon glances up. Seeing his own semen drip down Mydei’s tits brings him back to his senses.
“Shit, sorry, let me-”
Phainon wipes it off with his hand in a hurry, but Mydei catches his hand. Meeting his eyes, Mydei slowly guides Phainon’s hand to his lips and licks the cum off his fingers. Phainon is speechless. His hand goes limp. He’s unable to think of anything at all. To his surprise, Mydei laughs.
Phainon’s always chattering about something or other, keeping the conversation going with whatever utter nonsense comes to mind. It’s funny to him, seeing the same man completely at a loss for words at the sight of him. So Mydei makes a show of wiping the remaining semen off of his own nipples and bringing it before his lips.
“It’s alright Deliverer, you’ve done very well,” he purrs.
He parts his hand, letting the fluid spread across his fingers and licks it in a performatively erotic way. Phainon can hardly breathe. He only tears his gaze away when glancing down and noticing that Mydei hasn’t climaxed yet. It looks painful how close he is. But the scene Mydei just laid out gives him an idea.
“Not well enough, not yet anyways. Mydei, please stand up for me.”
Mydei does so, unsure of Phainon’s intentions. He doesn’t wonder for more than a second before Phainon’s mouth envelops his cock. Mydei hisses slightly in surprise, but quickly melts into his mouth. He doesn't want to want to move too fast but-
God, he’s so close.
Mydei pushes himself farther down Phainon’s throat, savoring that warm tongue that’s lapping him up so generously. It only takes a few more seconds before he’s spilling into him, hips shaking and hands burrowing into Phainon’s pale blue-white hair. Before he can say a word, Phainon swallows everything he’s been given. Phainon looks up at him and smiles. It’s his turn to make the man in front of him speechless. Both of them pant, trying to catch their breath.
Then, for the second time that day, Mydei extends his hand to Phainon and helps him to his feet. But this time, he pulls him closer to place a kiss on his lips. Mydei then clears his throat awkwardly.
“We should...probably go use the showers.”
Phainon laughs. And keeps on laughing. This man really is…
He kisses Mydei’s cheek, then claps him on the back and starts walking.
“Don’t collapse on the way there~”