[ 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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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. ]