[ Exasperated, fond. His hand comes up to grab him by the chin, not harsh enough to bruise but firm as he turns a little more to look at him, to make Phainon look at his face. ]
[ He doesn't think about what he does next; with Phainon laughing, pulling him closer, a smile on his face. It feels as natural as breathing to let a smile cross his own face, to use the hold he has on Phainon to tug him into a kiss.
It's not even a heated kiss, it's clumsy for how it's over Mydei's shoulder, but it is undeniably affectionate. ]
It's frighteningly natural to lean in and let their mouths press together, to tug his friend closer, to tilt his head and lean into the kiss. It feels as if they are drawn together by all that they have, two halves of a whole, and he feels blindingly at peace.
Clumsy, and silly, and damp with the surrounding shower, but Phainon indulges, briefly. For a moment, he feels centred, he feels whole, with no parts of himself torn and mad inside of him. ]
[ He loosens his hold on Phainon's chin to curl his fingers against his cheek, turning a little more in the hold, arm brushing Phainon's chest. It feels like an easy extension of their earlier bantering and complaints, following that confession. It's not even necessarily romantic - but it's not not romantic, either.
(They've been together far fewer times than they've been friends, comrades, or even enemies; and yet it feels as if that muscle memory is the strongest in this moment.)
Then a particularly loud moan from one of the other showers has Mydeimos breaking the kiss with a startled twitch and gasp, head swiveling for the source of the noise. ]
[ Millions and millions of cycles, and few people have ever come close to feeling as close to home as Mydei himself has, welcome in the embrace of his arms and the warmth of his touch. It makes him draw closer, seek out more, a flustering inside of him that has him almost breathless, a shudder of delight running through his body.
It would continue, and his mind would not overwork it, if they were not so interrupted.
A strange flare of panic burns through Phainon, his eyes widening as he stares at Mydeimos. There's something uncomfortable that prickles over his skin, something dark and uncomfortable, and he feels the rage of it burn inside of him before he can do anything else. There is no space for logic, suddenly, as he tugs himself out of Mydeimos' arms, sliding out of the shower in a rush. ]
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[ Exasperated, fond. His hand comes up to grab him by the chin, not harsh enough to bruise but firm as he turns a little more to look at him, to make Phainon look at his face. ]
It is still only one person, even here.
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[ Ah.
He laughs a little, feeling the pull on his chin, one arm wrapping around Mydeimos' waist to hold onto him, smile settling into place.
He understands, how. ]
Then I'll do my duty well.
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It's not even a heated kiss, it's clumsy for how it's over Mydei's shoulder, but it is undeniably affectionate. ]
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It's frighteningly natural to lean in and let their mouths press together, to tug his friend closer, to tilt his head and lean into the kiss. It feels as if they are drawn together by all that they have, two halves of a whole, and he feels blindingly at peace.
Clumsy, and silly, and damp with the surrounding shower, but Phainon indulges, briefly. For a moment, he feels centred, he feels whole, with no parts of himself torn and mad inside of him. ]
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(They've been together far fewer times than they've been friends, comrades, or even enemies; and yet it feels as if that muscle memory is the strongest in this moment.)
Then a particularly loud moan from one of the other showers has Mydeimos breaking the kiss with a startled twitch and gasp, head swiveling for the source of the noise. ]
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It would continue, and his mind would not overwork it, if they were not so interrupted.
A strange flare of panic burns through Phainon, his eyes widening as he stares at Mydeimos. There's something uncomfortable that prickles over his skin, something dark and uncomfortable, and he feels the rage of it burn inside of him before he can do anything else. There is no space for logic, suddenly, as he tugs himself out of Mydeimos' arms, sliding out of the shower in a rush. ]
I - my apologies. I have to go.
[ He grabs his towel, and he runs. ]