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Mydeimos

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Mydeimos

Mydeimos

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@deliverer / this is so funny after the thread above

[cyclus]

Could I ask that you not come home for an hour, Mydeimos?

@charmingwomanhood24 he's been ousted

[strifeborne]

[ ??? ]

Not a problem. Care to elaborate why?

[cyclus]

I have a guest visiting.

[strifeborne]

Hm. I take it from the request this isn't just a cordial visit.

[cyclus]

Please don’t make me elaborate further.

[strifeborne]

[ He doesn't, and he in fact spends a couple hours occupying himself just so Phainon doesn't think he's trying to get home and catch him. He does eventually let himself back into the apartment; today he's more respectfully clad, wearing a black turtleneck and a red jacket over it.

He glances around to see if Phainon is out of his room, carrying a couple bags. ]

[cyclus]

[ Things are done, and Phainon had been in his room until he heard the door open. A little golden cheeked with some new marks on his neck he’s not really sure how to hide, he makes his way out to meet his friend, smile soft if not a little sheepish. ]

You went shopping?

[strifeborne]

[ He sees the sheepish smile and, like a target, his eyes fall on the new marks. It makes him pause for a moment, but he pushes it aside for the moment because he's not an animal, nor is Phainon his. ]

We were low on groceries. I picked up a few things for the house as well.

[ In one bag; groceries. In the other; a few items like soap and some cute towels Mydei couldn't part with, but also one container of lube, probably to poke fun at Phainon. ]

[cyclus]

[ Phainon walks over to help him unpack, trying not to focus too much on the way he can feel Mydei’s eyes on him. Instead, he goes to look at the towels, humming softly. ]

There are nice. Oh, do you think we could get more cushions next time? For the seating.

[ This is all totally normal and not weird at all, shoving food into a cupboard, ignoring the lube as much as he can. ]

[strifeborne]

[ They're towels with cute little orange cats on them. One guess who Mydeimos is thinking of.

At the mentions of cushions he pauses a little, before he asks in a very normal tone of voice. ]

Sure. Any particular reason you're wanting more?

[cyclus]

[ Phainon blinks, confused, before he realises and looks painfully awkward. ]

It’s not for - no. The couch simply looks bare, and it might be more comfortable.

[ For reading, or watching something, not for anything sexy… ]

[strifeborne]

[ Because he can't help himself and teasing is better than being mean: ]

Sure you're not feeling a little delicate right now, Deliverer?

[ The smirk at least makes it clear he is just trying to mess with him. ]

[cyclus]

[ He scowls, then, grabbing a towel and throwing it at Mydei’s face. ]

That is none of your business.

[strifeborne]

[ Mydei dodges the towel and catches it, chuckling. Then he stalks closer, trying to trap Phainon between the counter's edge and his body. ]

Is it not? You come bearing marks brazenly.

[cyclus]

Is there a reason I shouldn’t?

[ He’s unflinching as he tilts his head to watch Mydeimos, eyes flickering over his face. ]

There’s no easy healing in this world.

[strifeborne]

[ Get trapped. Actually get pressed chest to chest, a thing not entirely unusual for them except that they're talking about marks, not spars. ]

It could give someone ideas. Or, they might take it as an invitation.

[ He reaches up to hook a finger through Phainon's collar, not tugging yet. ]

[cyclus]

I thought that was the purpose of being here. For attention.

[ He doesn’t move, eyes a little darker now as they devour Mydei’s face. ]

[strifeborne]

So it is an invitation, then.

[ Mydei's voice drops an octave lower, his gaze dragging over the marks and Phainon's mouth. Tell me no, he doesn't offer out loud. He tilts his head to breathe into his ear. ]

Would you tell me what they did if I asked?

[cyclus]

It isn’t any of your business to know.

[ Phainon feels flushed and hot at how close they are, cheeks warm even as he denies, denies, denies. His eyes are unflinching as they gaze at his friend. ]

If you have wants, Mydeimos, you don’t need an to poke fun, or beg an invitation, to ask them of me. Don’t be rude.

[strifeborne]

Maybe I want to hear you beg instead.

[ Mydeimos smirks a little bit to himself, tugging on that collar. He's not so brazen as to push further, waiting to see if Phainon takes the offer. ]

[cyclus]

And ask you for what? I already have your attention.

[ One hand lifts to push absently at his chest, when he feels… That’s new. Isn’t it? ]

[strifeborne]

I wonder what I could possibly want you to beg for.

[ his tone is dry, but when Phainon plants his hand on his chest and then pauses, he chuckles. ]

That didn't take you long.

[cyclus]

I wouldn’t dare guess.

[ A tease, even as his hand stays where it is. ]

It explains why you’re wearing a shirt, hm?

[strifeborne]

[ He rolls his eyes; Phainon can probably feel it even though he's still close to his ear. He does finally ease up a little bit. ]

Couldn't give the game away to you too fast.

[cyclus]

I should have assumed. You were very interested in the jewellery we looked at.

[ His hand squeezes gently. ]

Can I see?