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“You ready?”
Anaxa slightly shivers from where he’s seated on the foot of the bed, clad in nothing but his underwear. “I wouldn't be staying here half-naked if I wasn't, Mydeimos.” He bites back, words lacking the heat they usually have.
The said male huffs amusedly at the response, taking two coils of red rope into his hand and making his way over to stand in front of the scholar. “Needed to double check just in case. Safewords?” Mydei asks.
“Red for stop, yellow to slow down, and green if I’m good.” A quick glance at Mydei tells him to keep going. “Snap my fingers twice for red if my mouth is occupied for whatever reason; just once for green.”
“Good.” Mydei nods once, then steps backwards. “Stand up and raise your arms for me.”
“How eloquent of you, Crown Prince.” Anaxa grins—Mydei has always been a man of few words, and he can never decide if it’s a good or bad thing. Still, he does as instructed and the warrior immediately gets to work, loops and knots of red wrapping around his torso and hugging his chest just enough that Anaxa gasps softly as the rope tightens around him.
“Color?” The taller checks in halfway through, a finger hooking through the binds and making sure it’s not too tight.
Anaxa licks his lips and gulps quietly, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he slowly feels his body warming up. “Green,” he responds.
He hears a hum of affirmation behind him. “Fold your arms behind your back.” Mydei orders. It takes a brief moment for Anaxa to process those words in the growing haze that is steadily spreading through his mind, but he eventually obeys. Just like before, Mydei works with both speed and precision—the ropes bind his wrists together behind him and connect it to the chest harness, barely giving him space to move his arms when he tests the restraints.
Mydei guides him to sit on the foot of the bed once again once he’s done (Anaxa struggles to balance himself a little, but he manages to do it), telling him to close his eyes. After throwing the man a confused glance, Anaxa complies anyway—there’s a bit of shuffling here and there, and he faintly hears the sound of something being placed on the floor.
A few seconds pass before he feels the bed dip, and soon enough there’s a warm, muscular body pressing up from behind him. Anaxa exhales deeply at the skin contact, the tension melting out of his body as he leans back against that firm chest, his whole figure going lax.
“That’s it,” Mydei murmurs from behind, “just relax for me, love.” A hand rests on his hip—Anaxa clings to that touch as an anchor, not yet ready to drift away too far, too soon. “Now open your eyes and look in front of you.”
Spots dance in Anaxa's vision when he blinks his eye open too fast; a few more blinks are enough to get rid of them, and when he turns his gaze to the front—
Anaxa gasps softly.
In front of him, he sees himself—moderately thick red ropes snugly wrap around his torso, tied and knotted into a diamond that frames the star-shaped void in his chest. The bindings around his arms make him slightly puff his chest out, his nipples already perked up from the teasing brushes Mydei had done while tying him up. There’s a tent in his underwear, a little spot of dampness visible in the fabric. And when Anaxa moves his gaze up to look at his own face—
“What a marvel you are.” Mydei says in a hushed tone and presses a small kiss against Anaxa’s bare shoulder, those words specially reserved for his ears only despite the lack of other people in the room. Anaxa stares back at himself, flushed cheeks and parted lips and all, before meeting Mydei’s gaze through the mirror, the strawberry blonde’s eyes equally heavy with arousal.
Mydei brings a hand up to Anaxa’s mouth—the bound male is all too ready to take two digits past his lips, a soft moan escaping him as he swirls his tongue around the thick fingers. “Good boy.” His lover praises, pushing his fingers further in up to the knuckle, and Anaxa lets him, only leaning his head back against the larger male’s shoulder even as fingertips brush against the back of his mouth. “So soft and pliant for me.”
And soft and pliant Anaxa is, only responding with a soft groan even as Mydei presses down on his tongue to keep his mouth open. His eye threatens to flutter shut at the feeling of helplessness that washes over him, arms weakly tugging on the ropes that bind him.
“Keep your eye open and watch yourself.” Mydei gently reminds him; Anaxa does his best to stay above the haze dragging his mind under, his clouded gaze fixating on the mirror in front of them. Mydei’s fingers stay unmoving on Anaxa’s tongue, letting saliva pool up in his mouth until it trickles past the corners of his lips, down his chin, and landing on the flushed skin of his chest.
The hand that was previously resting on Anaxa's hip moves up to his chest, fingers tracing the ropes turning damp because of his drooling. It eventually settles for playing with his pecs, spreading his spit around and on the stiff peaks as Mydei’s calloused palm gropes and massages the lean muscles. Little noises of pleasure leave the back of Anaxa’s throat—in this position there isn't much he can do except take whatever Mydei offers him, his feet on the tips of their toes as he whines and pointlessly tries to hump the warm, empty air.
Anaxa’s face burns with humiliation and arousal; he can't tear his gaze off himself no matter how much he wants to, also feeling the weight of Mydeimos’ eyes on him as he drools all over himself and tries to look for release from a few touches to his chest.
“Already desperate, Professor? It hasn't even been an hour yet.” Mydei hums, finally sliding out his fingers out of Anaxa’s mouth so he can respond—not that Anaxa has the mind to, especially when that other hand comes to tweak one of his nipples between his spit-slick fingertips, pinching and tugging on the pink nub until Anaxa’s back is arching and a cry leaves his lips. The damp spot in his underwear only grows and Mydei is quick to notice it, suddenly becoming intrigued.
The taller male pauses his actions for a moment, resting his chin on Anaxa's shoulder and meeting his lover's teary gaze in the mirror. “Think you can cum just by having your chest played with? Give me a color.”
Just the thought of it makes Anaxa’s mind blank out. It takes him a few seconds to respond, soft pants leaving his mouth after gulping down the saliva that accumulated in it. “Green,” he rasps out, shivers running down his spine in anticipation, “do your best to make it happen.”
Mydei chuckles; Anaxa’s challenging words only give him more motivation, and he turns his head to brush his lips along Anaxa’s jaw. “Of course I will.”
He starts off slow—both hands gently massaging either side of his lover’s chest, watching the way his flesh slightly bulges under the ropes whenever he inhales too hard from a teasing graze against his pink nubs. Rough palms rub against sensitive skin, fingertips trace the edges of his areolas; each movement sets Anaxa’s nerves into overdrive, his heart pounding with lust and excitement.
Mydei waits for Anaxa to get used to the sensations, looking for the smallest hint of his body relaxing, and then—
“Aah—?!” A surprised moan is torn out of Anaxa’s lips, back arching and toes curling as Mydei simultaneously pinches and tugs on both of his nipples. “That’s—” Another moan escapes him instead of continuing his sentence.
“Mm? Did you want to say something?” Mydei questions as he mercilessly toys with Anaxa’s chest, expert fingers making use of the sensitive nubs to his advantage. Anaxa finds himself unable to form a response, body jerking and writhing at the relentless touches. The front of his underwear is unredeemably soaked with precum now, his dick straining through the wet fabric. “Look at you—you’re so wet already.” Mydei digs his fingernail into one of Anaxa’s nipples and relishes in the sob it draws out. “Had I known your chest was this sensitive, I would have given it more attention from the very start. Is there anything else you’re keeping from me, Anaxa? Are there any other spots I need to take note of?”
Mydei’s ministrations on Anaxa’s chest don't stop while he continues speaking. “How about your ears?” His voice dips into a low, breathy tone as he leans into Anaxa’s ear and captures the shell between his lips, giving it a light nip. Anaxa trembles.
“Your thighs?” One hand trails down to slide between Anaxa’s legs, grasping the inside of one thigh and spreading him open. Mydei’s fingers dig into the flesh, and Anaxa cries because his hand is so close to where he wants to be touched but it quickly goes back up to his chest.
“Or… here?”
Anaxa watches in the midst of the pleasure wracking his body as Mydei’s hand slides closer to the center of his chest, to the starry void lying untouched and framed by the red ropes and he weakly tugs on his binds, suddenly getting nervous. “Haah—wait, that’s not—ngh—!”
Anaxa’s body goes taut as soon as two of Mydei’s fingers dip into the star-shaped hole, throwing his head back onto Mydei’s shoulder and arching his back so violently he briefly lifts his hips off the bed, a high-pitched cry leaving his lips and his eye rolling to the back of its socket. The front of Anaxa’s underwear darkens with his release, a few droplets spilling out from the force.
Mydei watches all of this with a lustful gaze, an arm wrapping around Anaxa's waist to pull him back against his own body while the other hand works on slowly thrusting into Anaxa’s chest to milk his cock of its last drops of semen until it slows down to a stop. “You’re so good for me, Anaxa. You took that so well,” he says in a low voice after pulling his fingers out to embrace his lover's body, still trembling from the abrupt orgasm. Mydei knows that his words fall on deaf ears but he continues murmuring gentle words of praise anyway, busying himself while Anaxa recovers by double-checking his binds once more. There's nothing other than the typical marks these ropes leave—Anaxa’s eye flutters open just as Mydei hums in satisfaction.
“Welcome back, my love. Color?” Mydei prompts, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Anaxa smacks his lips together, taking a few seconds to unscramble the syllables hanging off the tip of his tongue. “Green,” he cringes at the crack of his voice, “warn me the next time you plan to touch that void.”
Mydei knows better than to ask him for further explanation—he’ll get one once Anaxa is in the mood to grace him with that knowledge. “Understood.” He presses one more kiss on the male’s jaw before his eyes wander back towards the mirror again; Anaxa looks so much smaller compared to himself, especially as he lies limp against his chest.
“Red ropes fit you well.” A hand trails up Anaxa’s abdomen to slide a finger under the restraints, giving it a light tug. Anaxa shivers slightly at the gentle brush against his skin. “We look similar right now, don't we?” Mydei points out—the crimson binding on Anaxa’s chest does match the thick lines of red adorning his own body, in a way. “Like we were made for each other.”
“Are we not? You chose me, and I chose you. That should suffice, no?” Anaxa says in return, meeting Mydeimos’ gaze in his reflection.
A soft huff leaves Mydei’s lips—the barest hint of a laugh. “Perhaps.” Then his hands move down, thumbs hooking into the waistband of Anaxa's underwear and pulling it down his thighs. A quiet groan leaves Anaxa as he’s finally freed from the discomfort of the sticky cloth.
“Either way, I want to unravel you—until I’m the only thing left in your mind.” Mydei’s fingers move to Anaxa's thighs, one set hooking under a leg to hitch it up over Mydei’s own, holding him open while the other drifts between his legs, dangerously close to the twitching rim.
“Until you're thoroughly…” His fingers inch closer, painfully slow in its movement to the point that it would frustrate even himself.
“... undoubtedly…” A digit presses up against the hole, still slick from preparing before all of this, his fingertip circling around the clenching and unclenching entrance.
“...mine.” Mydei's finger slips past the rim with little to no resistance, pressing against Anaxa’s warm, wet walls.
Anaxa lets out a shaky sigh as Mydei lazily fingers his hole loose, soft noises of pleasure leaving his lips when the taller slides another digit in and brushes his fingertips against his prostate. I’m already yours for as long as I can be, he wants to say, but he chooses to keep his mouth shut.
Instead, Anaxa focuses on the arousal coursing through his veins, the ropes securely looped around his arms and chest, the familiar haze spreading through his mind when he gasps sharply at a particular thrust and the binds keep him from moving too much. He focuses on Mydeimos' fingers, clouded gaze watching his own reflection as those thick, long digits drag in and out of his stretched rim. A jerk of his hips causes his lower back to press against his lover’s clothed erection, a mewl escaping him at its heat and stiffness. He hears Mydei groan beside his ear as well, the sound of it reverberating in his chest.
It takes Anaxa a second to find the words he’s looking for. “Mydei,” he starts, voice trailing off into a soft moan when those fingers pause, grazing past his sweet spot in the process. “Mydei—you’re hard.”
“Hm? I have been since I started tying you up.”
“You don't need to ignore your own pleasure for mine.”
“Seeing you like this is enough for now.” Mydei curls his fingers at those words, eliciting a whine from Anaxa.
“Mydeimos,” Anaxa breathes out, beginning to get frustrated with this man’s selflessness, “let me suck you off.”
A few seconds pass. Anaxa’s gaze flickers over to the mirror, where he meets Mydei’s own intently staring at him. “...Do you want me to undo the knots?” Mydei finally says, seemingly making his mind up.
Anaxa feels a pang of self-satisfaction from making Mydei concede—this man can be frustratingly stubborn sometimes, after all. “No. I’m perfectly fine as it is. Just help me kneel on the floor, if you can.”
Mydei only hums in response before pulling his fingers out of Anaxa’s ass, a quiet mewl leaving the smaller’s mouth at the emptiness that follows. The warrior affords himself a brief glance at the hole clenching around nothing—he feels his dick throb at the sight—then slowly guides Anaxa off the bed and onto the floor, successfully helping him kneel without looking like he's about to fall over.
Gods, he looks like a meal to be devoured, Mydei thinks to himself as he looks down at Anaxa who meets his eyes with a heated stare, ready to pleasure his partner. “Non-verbal cues, please.” He requests, hands already moving to undo the fastening on his pants as he moves closer to the edge of the bed. It’s better to be safe than sorry—Mydei doesn't want to cause unintended harm.
“Snap my fingers twice for red if my mouth is occupied, and once for green.” The teal-haired male repeats, not breaking their eye contact.
“Test it out for me.” Just to make sure he can actually do it.
From his periphery, Mydei sees one of Anaxa’s hands curl into a fist before spreading his fingers wide, repeating the motion a couple times before snapping his fingers, the sound loud and clear.
“Good.” Mydei lifts his hips to pull his pants and underwear down, just enough for his stiff length to spring out of its confines. “Use it anytime you need to.” He reminds him.
Anaxa’s gaze flits down and he’s so distracted by the sizable girth in front of him that he almost misses Mydei’s words. “As if I’ll ever need it,” he mumbles, scooting forward on his knees until he’s perfectly between Mydei’s legs. His tongue darts out to run along his upper lip before he leans forward, tilting his head to run the wet muscle down the side of the throbbing length.
He hears a sharp inhale from above and takes it as a sign to continue.
Anaxa continues to lather Mydei’s cock with his saliva, tracing the vein running along the underside of the length with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips firmly around the head. Heat shoots down his spine at the taste of pre-cum coating his tastebuds—Anaxa leans in to take even more of the male’s cock past his lips, groaning at the sheer thickness and weight of the length filling his mouth and pressing down on his tongue.
Thick fingers curl into teal locks as Anaxa slowly begins to bob his head back and forth, each slide forward going down even further on Mydei’s length until his nose presses against the man’s crotch, a breathy groan leaving the latter when the action causes Anaxa’s throat to constrict around his length. “Fuck—you’re taking it so well,” Mydei grunts, another groan slipping past his lips when Anaxa blinks up at him with a lust-filled gaze. The warrior’s other hand curls into the sheets beside him, willing himself to resist the temptation to thrust deeper into that warm, wet cavern. “Is this what you wanted, Anaxa? To have your lips stretched around my cock?”
Anaxa can only make a weak noise around the cock; his mind spins with arousal and the lack of oxygen, eye fluttering shut even as his arms involuntarily struggle in its restraints. He bobs his head a few more times, painfully aware of the feeling of his mouth stretching and his throat loosening to accommodate the girth. The reactions Anaxa gets are music to his ears—he hollows his cheeks and sucks to get even more of it.
Mydei responds accordingly with a sharp tug on his hair, a shamefully loud moan tumbling out of the Kremnoan’s mouth. At the corner of his vision he catches a glimpse of Anaxa’s reflection, red ropes beautifully wrapped around the male’s forearms and droplets of sweat rolling down his spine and in between his firm asscheeks—he looks even more delicate like this.
Anaxa’s scalp slightly stings as he’s pulled off the length, tears forming in the corner of his eye, but all it does is make him harder; his own cock has returned to full hardness, beads of clear fluid occasionally dripping on the floor. He blinks up at Mydei, the pink pupil blown wide in lust. “What do you want?” Anaxa rasps out in between ragged breaths as air makes its way back into his lungs.
Mydei is somewhat breathless, too, his lips parted to let out quiet pants. The flush on his face has spread all the way down to his chest now, the sheets in his grasp looking like they're a pull away from tearing. They're fortunately saved by Mydei’s grip loosening after he takes a deep breath, his hold on Anaxa's hair relaxing as well.
It takes a few seconds for Mydei to respond—Anaxa can tell that he’s weighing his options carefully, even as Mydei’s hand moves to wipe off the saliva that had escaped from the corners of his mouth. Anaxa lets him take his time anyway; he’s already satisfied with the state he has reduced his lover to.
The answer comes in the form of hands hooking under Anaxa's thighs—he yelps as Mydei effortlessly hauls him into his lap facing him, the noise melting into a weak whine when their cocks unintentionally press against each other.
“You.” Is the first thing Mydei says, hands already sliding up to spread the pale globes and a finger pressing against the rim of Anaxa’s hole. “Your mouth isn't enough—I want to come inside you.”
“What a greedy man you are,” Anaxa, who’s still a little out of breath, responds, his words laced with a chortle. “But go ahead. Take me however you want, Your Highness.”
“However I want?” Mydei repeats, tilting his head. Still holding Anaxa open, his other hand moves to grip his own length. “Ride me, then.” He tugs the smaller closer to press the blunt tip against the loosened rim—Anaxa sucks in a sharp breath—but doesn't make any move to push it in.
“Finally got tired of doing all the work, did you?” Anaxa muses aloud as he slowly lowers himself down onto Mydei’s cock, a sigh leaving his lips when the girthy head breaches his hole. He can vividly feel the way his walls hug the length as he slides further down, letting out a soft moan once he's fully seated on the thick cock. “You’re so big,” He breathes out and shudders, head dropping forward to rest on Mydei’s shoulder as his eye flutters shut. “I will never get used to it.”
The hand on Anaxa's ass drifts closer to the stretched out hole, a finger gently tracing the rim and eliciting a soft moan from the smaller. “I’ll always fuck you loose either way,” Mydei replies. A fingertip slightly places pressure against the entrance—it makes Anaxa squirm in his place, hips involuntarily jerking forward—the touch teasing but never pushing in.
“And you complain, but you’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”
Mydei pulls his hands back, much to Anaxa’s dismay; it looks like he's not getting any help this time.
“Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock, Anaxagoras.”
Anaxa takes another deep breath, willing himself to relax before straightening his posture. Without his arms to support himself, Anaxa can only rely on the strength of his thighs to move himself up and down. The first few attempts are slow and clumsy, his movement inconsistent, but he quickly figures out how to do it best—sounds of skin slapping together soon fill the room as Anaxa bounces on Mydei’s length, soft noises of pleasure leaving both their mouths.
Sparks of ecstasy rush through Anaxa’s body each time the cock presses deep inside of him and he only feels himself get harder as Mydei cups the back of his neck and pulls him down into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues moving against each other in a show of unrestrained desire. A whine is pulled from the back of Anaxa’s throat when Mydei’s other hand finds its way back to his bound chest, fingers mercilessly playing with one of the stiff nubs. His cock pitifully throbs between their bodies, bouncing and staining their stomachs with precum as he rides Mydei.
Anaxa jerks his head back when he starts to get lightheaded, eye glistening with unshed tears as uncontrolled pants leave his lips. “Ha—ah—Mydei, I can’t,” He rasps out and shakes his head, already feeling himself start to run out of energy.
Mydei looks at the mirror and watches as Anaxa's thighs tremble in exhaustion, as his puffy rim tries to clench around his thick girth, as his body shakes with overwhelming lust and arousal—”Color?” He inquires, slowing the hand on Anaxa’s chest down.
“Green, just fuck me already—” He’s close, Anaxa can already feel it approaching, but his legs are threatening to give up on him and it frustrates him to no end.
Mydei’s hands move to steady his lover by the waist the moment his legs finally buckle under his weight, a sharp cry torn from Anaxa’s lips as he drops down on Mydei’s cock. As tempted as he might be to just continue fucking him right then and there, Mydei still waits for the rise and fall of Anaxa’s chest to slow a little before tightening his hold around the smaller’s waist and lifting him off his lap.
It takes a bit of effort to maneuver Anaxa into a position he’s satisfied with, though the tired state of his poor lover helps him manhandle the smaller male easier. With Anaxa leaning back against his chest and both his elbows hooked beneath the scholar’s knees, Mydei stands up from the bed and spreads Anaxa’s legs wide open as he carries him, keeping his lower body exposed for Mydei’s gaze to devour.
Mydei takes a few steps closer to the mirror; Anaxa turns his head away and squeezes his eye shut, unwilling to see himself in this humiliating position.
A low hum leaves Mydei’s lips.
“Look at yourself.”
It’s barely an order, nowhere near a command—but something about the way Mydei says it makes Anaxa blink his eye open, clear hesitation visible on his face before he turns his gaze towards the reflection right in front of them.
Anaxa’s breath hitches loudly, the sound cutting through the silence of the room as Mydei patiently waits.
There's not much of a difference since the last time he looked at himself; the flesh of his chest is still slightly bulging out of its binds, his skin glistening with sweat along with drying trails of saliva on the lower half of his face, but when he moves his gaze to his lower body—
Slightly puffy from Anaxa riding Mydei’s cock, there's the slightest hint of a gape in his wet rim trying to clench around empty air. Mydei shifts a little and the blunt head of his cock presses against the loose entrance, slipping in just the tiniest bit but not quite pressing inside.
“I did say I’m going to fuck you loose, did I not?” Mydei murmurs into Anaxa’s ear, grinding the tip of his length against the clenching hole.
A weak noise escapes Anaxa, face heating up while his eye stays fixated on where his ass tries to suck Mydei in. It’s obscene, a little humiliating to be in this helpless position, but Anaxa can't ignore the sparks of arousal that shoot up his spine while observing how his body reacts to Mydei’s actions.
“Do it,” are the only words that leave Anaxa’s mouth, suddenly finding himself speechless with his mind drowning in lustful thoughts.
Mydei is more than happy to oblige as soon as Anaxa responds, keeping his grip on his lover's thighs firm as he lowers him onto his throbbing cock. Both of them moan loudly as their bodies unite once more, Anaxa’s tight heat wrapping perfectly around Mydei as if it was made to take him.
Keeping his hold on Anaxa firm, Mydei slowly starts fucking into him with small thrusts of his hips, eliciting soft groans from his lover. “You feel so good around me,” Mydei says breathily, dipping his head to mouth along Anaxa’s jaw. “So tight.”
Mydei’s lips travel down to litter love bites along his lover’s neck and shoulder. He pulls his hips back, only to press deeper into Anaxa at a frustratingly slow pace to get him used to the position first.
But as patient as Mydei wants to be, he can't resist the temptation to drop Anaxa down on his cock every now and then—with every lewd noise his cock punches out of Anaxa’s lips, arousal courses through his veins. His lover’s walls tighten so deliciously around him— Mydei finds himself gradually falling into the depths of carnal pleasure, thoughts of taking Anaxa until his belly is full of his seed flooding into his mind.
A growl rumbles from the back of Mydei’s throat at the image. He fixes his position, feet spread wider and flat on the floor—
Before spreading Anaxa’s thighs wider and dropping him down to meet the violent thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock pressing in so deep a bump appears below Anaxa’s navel.
Anaxa’s body arches with a sharp cry, head falling on Mydei’s shoulder as his eye rolls back. A string of clear fluid splashes against the mirror, beads of it still dripping down Anaxa’s length as it flops up and down pitifully with each thrust.
His cock is so big… I think I’m going to break at this rate…
The thoughts come and go as Anaxa is repeatedly fucked onto Mydei’s length like a ragdoll, the command to watch himself easily forgotten.
(Mydei himself forgets to remind him, too focused on pounding into the frail figure in his arms.)
He feels lightheaded from the amount of pleasure overwhelming his senses, toes curling every time the thick rod presses against his prostate. The bright red coils binding his body feel like a second skin now—sparks of pain pleasure pain pleasure travel along his nerves whenever he takes a breath too deep and the ropes press into his sensitive flesh, body jerking at the feeling but not quite reaching discomfort.
Anaxa’s orgasm hits him like a lightning strike—sudden and unexpected. He barely even registers the knot unfurling in the pit of his stomach—only the vivid sensation of Mydei’s cock directly hitting his sweet spot before his vision goes white, strings of cum spurting out of his dick and onto their reflection.
The sight of Anaxa’s release only drives Mydei to pound into him faster to chase after his own. Tight, hot walls cling onto his throbbing cock with every push of his hips; Mydei doesn't stop, not even when sobs of overstimulation begin to flow out of Anaxa’s mouth.
“Too much,” Anaxa cries, not having recovered from his orgasm just yet. “Too much—Mydei, I can't,”
“You know your safeword, my love.” Mydei groans out in reply, not ceasing his movements.
Neither ‘red’ nor ‘yellow’ rolls off Anaxa’s tongue—he only sobs and spreads his legs as much as he can. Mydei takes it as a positive answer.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin along with breathy moans fill the room. Seeing Anaxa so lost in ecstasy in front of him pushes Mydei over the edge, feeling his balls constrict before he thrusts into him one last time and his cock paints his lover’s insides with white. Both of them moan at the feeling.
Mydei is filling him up with so much semen—Anaxa lets out a needy whimper and raises his head off the male’s shoulder to look at the mirror with a half-lidded gaze, another noise leaving him when he sees cum trickling out of his stretched rim.
“Color?” Mydei asks, and it takes a few seconds for Anaxa to reply with a weak “green.”
That might have been Anaxa's last moment of sanity for the night, because Mydei doesn’t even lift him off his cock when he turns around and walks over to the bed and—
The next few hours pass by in a blur of moans, sobs, orgasms, and the constant feeling of Mydei’s thick cock filling Anaxa up.
Anaxa has lost count of how many times he's come at this point, the only indicator being the mere droplets that weakly shoot out of his dick when he does. Mydei, in contrast, is still going strong; he’d manhandled his lover into so many positions by now—bent over, on all fours, on his back, into a mating press, and countless other positions Anaxa didn't even know was possible, his body’s flexibility getting tested in all sorts of ways. The ropes binding his arms had come off at some point, but the most he can do now is wrap them around Mydei as he pounds into him for the nth time.
Damn him and his stamina—the thought is cut off by a quiet moan leaving his lips as Mydei slams his hips forward and shoots thick ropes of cum straight into him. He’s so full, so impossibly full that he doesn't have to look down to see the bump that formed on his stomach.
Anaxa barely has the energy to reciprocate when Mydei leans down to capture his lips with his own. He only makes a weak noise and melts into the sheets, eye fluttering shut as he lets his partner do whatever he pleases.
Mydei finally, finally pulls back after a moment, his cock sliding out of Anaxa’s ass with an audible squelch. Anaxa tries to clench his hole out of reflex and panics a little when he realizes that he can't. “Mydei—” He calls out and uses up his remaining strength to cling to his lover, voice cracking from what felt like hours of use.
“Shh, relax. I got you.” Mydei replies in a hushed tone and kisses Anaxa's cheek, hand moving down to his loose rim. He scoops whatever come has leaked out with his fingers before fucking it back into the smaller male, the obscene, wet noises sending warmth to Anaxa’s face. It’s humiliating just how easily he takes four of Mydei’s long, thick fingers, his walls not even tightening around them at this point.
“Fuck—” Mydei hisses under his breath, leaning back on his knees. Anaxa’s arms fall limp on either side of his head, watching with an exhausted gaze as Mydei’s other hand presses against the bump on his belly and only managing a light jerk of his body at the pressure. “I did this?”
“Who else?” Anaxa questions, voice hoarse. “It's like you wanted to get me pregnant or something—at this rate I would be if I actually could.”
Mydei looks at him in interest.
Anaxa frowns. “No.”
Mydei pushes down the tinge of disappointment he feels from that answer, but even with his exhaustion Anaxa easily sees the flicker of expression on Mydei’s face. His own features relax, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. “We’ll discuss it some other time.” He offers as consolation, and though barely visible, the glint of excitement that flashes in Mydei’s eyes makes his chest feel warm.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Mydei replies. “Just rest for now, I’ll take care of cleaning up—”
And he pauses, suddenly remembering his fingers are still stuffed in Anaxa’s dripping hole. He curls his fingers slightly as if to remind the other of their current situation as well, and is rewarded with a startled yelp. “Do you want to keep this in?” Mydei asks, keeping his hand still.
Anaxa squirms at the sensation nonetheless; as much as he wants to keep Mydei’s seed inside himself, the thought of having to deal with dried cum makes him cringe a little. “Next time.” When I’m more prepared for it, he thinks.
Letting out a soft hum, Mydei nods in understanding and pulls his digits out, Anaxa moaning as he clenches around empty air once again.
Cleaning up is (mostly) a quiet affair after that. Helping Anaxa sit up for a brief moment, Mydei finally gets rid of the remaining rope wrapped around his torso and makes a contented sound at the lack of any serious rope burns. He presses a gentle kiss on Anaxa’s shoulder before laying him back down, the scholar all too happy to relax into the soft mattress.
It is then that Mydei sees the full extent of what he’s done to Anaxa after hours of fucking him: the beginnings of hand-shaped bruises are starting to form around his thighs, his waist; bite marks and hickeys are scattered all over his upper body, particularly along his shoulders and neck; his nipples, still looking painfully stiff, have been sucked and bitten to complete swollenness; the rope left very noticeable marks where they used to sit, but that was expected; various traces of bodily fluids can be seen all over his body—the tear tracks on his face, the sticky saliva from his chin down to his chest, the drying semen across his abdomen, the excess cum leaving his belly with a visible bump—
Mydei curses under his breath when his gaze trails further down.
“I’m fine,” Anaxa croaks out, sensing the weight of Mydei’s eyes down there even with his own closed and interrupting his train of thought before it even begins as if reading his mind. “I would have used the safeword if I needed it.”
Mydei just emits a sound in response. Even he’s surprised at himself, because—
With Anaxa’s legs spread out, it’s easier to see the evidence of hours of their lovemaking. His cock is completely spent, laying limp on his stomach and looking tender to the touch, and his ass—Titans, his ass looks completely ruined—is gaping open and still dripping with Mydei’s cum, the rim red and puffy from overuse. Mydei is fairly sure Anaxa won’t be able to walk properly until further notice unless he somehow has a remedy prepared.
Blissfully ignoring the pang of heat rushing down at the sight, Mydei simply says, “You’re staying here until you can move around without needing help.”
That causes Anaxa to blink his eye open, a dismayed look on his face. “Excuse me—?” But Mydei’s already off the bed, making his way towards the private bath to check the temperature of the water.
Hm. Not too hot. Good.
Anaxa has calmed down in the brief moment Mydei was away, the drowsiness finally kicking in; he barely says a word as Mydei scoops him up into his arms and carries him over to the bath, carefully placing him down before getting in behind him. There’s plenty of space for Mydei to sit beside Anaxa, but he knows from experience that it would just make things harder for the both of them.
It’s with this experience carved into Mydei that he loops an arm around Anaxa’s waist to hold him up right when Anaxa practically melts into the bath and back against Mydei’s chest, the warmth of the water exactly to his liking.
(It's a lot colder than Mydei himself prefers it, but seeing his lover this content is more than enough to warm his heart up.)
He huffs fondly when Anaxa starts nodding off while he’s busy scrubbing the male’s body clean, careful not to go too hard on the sensitive parts which were held down by the ropes. The arm around Anaxa's waist pulls him closer to himself and Mydei leans down to murmur gently. “Anaxagoras, don't fall asleep yet. I still need to clean you out.”
It takes a few seconds, but his lover eventually forces his eye back open. “‘s your fault that I’m so tired,” Anaxa grumbles in a low voice, but he doesn't complain any more than that. When Mydei’s fingers reach down to his loose hole to scoop his come out, he barely makes any reaction save for a tiny hum, his cock too spent to even twitch in interest.
Mydei keeps his touch light while he works to finish washing off the various fluids off Anaxa’s body, quickly doing the same to himself. Anaxa manages to keep himself awake somehow by the time they’re both clean, though his mumbling is mostly incoherent when Mydei asks him if he could sit up a little straighter to avoid sliding down—the question confuses him at first, but once the Kremnoan places both hands on his arm, he immediately understands why.
“Feels good?” Mydei asks when Anaxa lets a low moan slip past his lips, fingers carefully massaging blood circulation back into his arm. His fingertips briefly pause on the alchemical symbols tattooed into the inside of his forearm, but Anaxa’s too sleepy to comment on it.
“Mm.” Is Anaxa's only response.
It’s fairly obvious that Anaxa’s beginning to doze off once again, so Mydei immediately switches over to the other arm, giving it the same gentle treatment as he did with the first one.
As soon as he deems himself satisfied, Mydei brings the both of them out of the bath, placing Anaxa to sit on a nearby stool so he can wipe him dry with a fluffy towel and put ointment where it’s needed. It’s hard not to be enamored by the sight in front of him—Anaxa slouched on top of the stool, his cheeks lightly flushed from the warmth of the bath and his eyelid slowly starting to droop shut; he’s honored by the amount of trust Anaxa has in him to allow himself to be seen in such a vulnerable state.
Mydei finds it impossible to resist kissing Anaxa’s forehead after loosely clothing him in one of his spare robes—the crimson fabric draped across Anaxa’s significantly smaller body, mint-colored hair freely flowing down his right shoulder.
Not bothering to put anything on and making sure Anaxa isn't going to fall from the chair, Mydei temporarily leaves to swiftly replace any soiled sheets on the bed.
Mydei starts humming a small tune somewhere along the way—one he’d been hearing along the streets of Okhema, slow and melodic music audible from his usual spot on a roof. That same tune continues as he carries Anaxa (who, through some developed skill, managed to fall asleep sitting upright) over to the bed, ensuring that he’s not woken from his slumber.
The notes that Mydei’s throat produces as he brushes loose strands of hair from Anaxa’s face are soft and quiet; only meant for his lover’s ears to hear, confined within the intimate space they share.
The last note lingers in the air once Mydei finally finishes the song, the silence only broken by a gentle murmur.
“You did well, Anaxagoras.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss on the corner of Anaxa’s lips. Three precious words, only ever said behind closed doors, follow after that, whispered with utmost reverence and affection.
Mydei freezes when he becomes aware of the sudden wave of sentimentality that came over him—then he sighs and lets out a soft huff, finally choosing to lie down beside Anaxa and pulling the smaller male close to his chest.
“Really, you never fail to catch me off guard.”
Bonus:
Mydei stares at Anaxa’s busy figure.
He knows the Sage is aware of his presence, a minute glance thrown his way when Mydei entered his office before resuming his work.
“Anaxagoras.”
“Mydeimos.” Anaxa responds smoothly, not skipping a beat while writing something down.
“...”
Mydei uncharacteristically fidgets a little, his eyes darting around everywhere but the scholar who finally decides to turn his attention towards him.
Anaxa watches with an amused gaze. Mydei? Fidgeting? Does that word even exist in the Kremnoan dictionary?
He’s pulled out of his momentary train of thought by the sound of a throat being cleared.
“How…” Oh, dear. Is the Crown Prince nervous? “How do you feel about having a child?”
Everything goes still for a few seconds; not even Mydei’s breathing is audible, seemingly holding his breath in anticipation.
Then—
Anaxagoras throws his head back and laughs, in that absolutely maniacal yet endearing manner of his. Mydei looks at him curiously.
“Ah, my beloved prince,” Anaxa starts once he’s calmed down, “you caught me at a good time—I have just finished formulating something… interesting.” And he raises his chin, staring at Mydei straight in the eye.
“Well, then—let us begin discussing this, shall we?”