[ Mydeimos goes a step further, raising a hand to rest on the bottom of Phainon's neck. One of his thumbs digs into a bruise left by his previous paramour. What he wants is to cover these marks with his own, so that there's no trace of the other on him.
He can't ask that, it's not something he wants to admit to. ]
With your mouth, preferably. I'm feeling lenient in that you may use it as you wish.
[ The slight edge of pain is heady and bizarrely good, though Phainon imagines he shouldn’t be surprised by it. All of his life cycles have been immeasurably painful, grief and hurt tied up with it, so it would make sense for some wires to be crossed. The prickle of hurt makes something warm trickle through his body.
It feels better with how familiar those hands are, knowing Mydeimos will take care of him. There’s no doubt there.
He bites his tongue, before he laugh, soft and faint. ]
The options are endless, aren’t they? On my knees, or here, exploring your new accessories. I need to decide.
[ Mydeimos knows he's being trusted to only hurt Phainion in a way that is good; in a way that he'll enjoy rather than shy away from. So he drags his nail across that bruised skin again, worrying it. ]
Who said you had to choose? There's time for both.
[ It makes him twitch a little, weak under his hands. Phainon knows there are more marks for Mydeimos to discover, bites across his chest and hips, and he wonders at the reaction to those, too, his eyes flickering. ]
Ah, I see.
[ Leaning in, he nuzzles into Mydei's neck a little before kissing his collarbone. ]
[ The urge to catch Phainon by the chin and kiss him again rises within him; he waits a moment for it to settle, so that when he moves his hand he doesn't do so without thinking. ]
To your credit, your mouth has yet to fail you.
[ It's a taunt, as he wraps his hand around his throat, not stopping him but just leaving the pressure there. ]
[ The hand around his throat ought to frighten him, he thinks, but it doesn't. The trust he has in Mydeimos is too strong for that, and he just lets his gaze flick up. ]
It'll be hard to move if you keep hold of me.
[ Avoiding the compliment.
Slowly, he trails his mouth down, until he is pressing a kiss between Mydei's pecs. ]
[ His tone is almost knowing, but he does let Phainon's throat go, even if it's just to grab at his hair now. His chest flexes under the kiss, his erratic heartbeat easily felt if Phainon is looking for it. ]
[ One of his arms wraps loosely around Mydei's waist, even as his mouth moves. It feels painfully easy to take one of those piercings into his mouth, to let his tongue explore the shape of it, the difference between flesh and metal, and it's... Painfully alluring, too.
[ Whatever Mydeimos was about to say in response is lost in a soft hiss. Having his chest touched was already a pleasant experience, but this seems to heighten it. It's like his nerves have become more sensitive from the feeling, and it makes him hook a leg around one of Phainon's in an effort to push closer. ]
[ Phainon groans against his skin, arm tightening around Mydei.
He spends a little time there, testing to see what the other man likes best, his free hand slinking up. Slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers pinch the other, unoccupied nipple, just to see how he reacts. ]
[ He tugs on his hair - harder than he might have meant to, but it's not as if violence is unfamiliar between them - and gives a loud groan. Despite himself, he raises his other hand to cover his mouth a little, like he thinks he might be too loud.
(Or maybe he doesn't want to give the viewers the satisfaction this early.) He pushes his chest into his hands. ]
Phainon -
[ He's almost dizzy with it. The tug feels like the little studs might as well be connected straight to his nerves. He did this to tease any partners but it's quickly being turned around on him. ]
[ The harder pull makes Phainon moan softly, unable to help himself; the sharp bite of pain is good, anchoring, helping him focus. It's like one of their spars, like a fight, something he can lose himself in without worrying too much. It's welcome, after the lengths his mind has gone recently.
Leaning back, he gives Mydei a quick glance, pleased, before he hums. ]
I want to hear you.
[ And he swaps sides, sucking this time, to see how he reacts. ]
[ He has more to say about that but then Phainon swaps sides and sucks, and Mydeimos lets out a full blown whimper, heel kicking in reflexively where it's wrapped around Phainon's leg. He tugs on Phainon's hair again, making sure he doesn't stray far from Mydei's chest.
He was meant to be the one in control of this situation, but he easily lets Phainon direct it instead. ]
[ The sound that Mydei makes is enough to make Phainon shudder, running through him like a spark of lightning. He wants to hear more of it, enjoying having this man at his mercy rather than it being the other way around, enjoying the pleasure of being the one in charge. Mydeimos could command him to move along, and he would listen, but right now he is the master of the moment.
One arm wraps tighter around Mydei's body, holding him closer. His teeth scrape deliberately over his nipple, and in a moment of inspiration, he bites it, pulling gently. ]
[ Mydeimos curses under his breath at that. It's more pain than pleasure, but just like Phainon, he enjoys the sensation. His back arches as his whole body bucks, a movement that would probably throw a lesser person off but certainly not Phainon. ]
We should move.
[ Not because of his precious kitchen but because his legs will probably give out otherwise. ]
[ Leaning back, his arm still tight around Mydeimos, his expression warm as he looks up at him, filled with fondness. His room is still a bit of a mess from his own encounter, so he hesitates briefly. ]
[ Because Phainon so conspicuously left it off the list: ]
Yours.
[ He doesn't care if it's a mess of fluids, he will make the last person Phainon remembers in there today him. To cut off any arguing about it, he shifts so that he can rub up against Phainon, grinding against him slowly. ] Before I lose my patience.
[ It's not that bad, really, but Phainon is still a little apprehensive. Breathing out shakily, resisting the urge to rock back, he instead grabs Mydei's wrist and tries to tug him along to his room; inside, the sheets are a mess, his sweatpants from earlier are still on the floor, and there's a very clear sense of what went on here.
[ A very clear sense of what kind of things were done here. Despite enjoying Phainon taking the lead, he uses the grip on his wrist to grab Phainon's in turn and tug him onto the bed first, clambering onto him.
He settles on him in such a way that his chest is level with his face rather than being face to face, and smirks down at Phainon. ]
[ Phainon recognises, of course, the flicker of something on his friend's face; he's felt the same before himself. It's easy enough to let himself be led, to fall back into the bed, to let his eyes flicker over Mydeimos before he breathes out a soft laugh. ]
[ Again with answering questions with questions, Mydeimos bracing his hands on the wall and tilting his head down at Phainon. Somewhere along the line he removed the shirt he was wearing entirely.
He shifts, pressing down where he can feel Phainon starting to get hard. ]
[ With Mydeimos leaning on the wall, it almost feels too easy. Phainon reaches to grab at his waist, lifting his leg, and spins them both. It means that he ends up half under Mydei, wiggling to clamber on top of him, awkward, but...
By the time he's done, he's on top, straddling the other man with a wide smile. ]
[ Mydeimos could put up a fight, make this truly drawn out - but he wants this, despite his reluctance to say so, and lets himself relax back into the pillow with Phainon on top of him.
He cocks an eyebrow at him, still smirking. ]
Don't go too slow.
[ He hooks an ankle around one of Phainon's anyway, like a support. ]
It would be so easy. Mydeimos is right there, soft and petulant under him, and it would take no effort at all to lean down and press their mouths together. It would feel good, too, he knows that, but something stops him. That rising fear and uncertainty, the self-doubt, the memories of millions of blades pressed through this man’s body…
He leans down to his neck instead, scraping his teeth, sucking a mark against the skin. His mouth trails, slow and explorative, as his nails try to make the skin prickle with light, idle exploration. It’s all teasing, all designed to make Mydei mad, as he finally makes his way back to the piercings, finally puts his mouth where he’s craved the most. ]
[ Mydei's wish that Phainon would kiss him is scattered out of his mind when teeth set upon his neck. He groans encouragingly, baring his throat easily; for all that blades have pierced him front and back, he still welcomes Phainon's closeness.
His skin prickles with desire, and it feels like his nipples draw even tighter with those teasing touches before Phainon even gets near them. When he finally places his mouth on one, Mydeimos moans, back arching up so his stomach and groin are pressed up against Phainon. ]
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He can't ask that, it's not something he wants to admit to. ]
With your mouth, preferably. I'm feeling lenient in that you may use it as you wish.
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It feels better with how familiar those hands are, knowing Mydeimos will take care of him. There’s no doubt there.
He bites his tongue, before he laugh, soft and faint. ]
The options are endless, aren’t they? On my knees, or here, exploring your new accessories. I need to decide.
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Who said you had to choose? There's time for both.
[ A gentle reminder. ]
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Ah, I see.
[ Leaning in, he nuzzles into Mydei's neck a little before kissing his collarbone. ]
I'll do my best.
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To your credit, your mouth has yet to fail you.
[ It's a taunt, as he wraps his hand around his throat, not stopping him but just leaving the pressure there. ]
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It'll be hard to move if you keep hold of me.
[ Avoiding the compliment.
Slowly, he trails his mouth down, until he is pressing a kiss between Mydei's pecs. ]
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[ His tone is almost knowing, but he does let Phainon's throat go, even if it's just to grab at his hair now. His chest flexes under the kiss, his erratic heartbeat easily felt if Phainon is looking for it. ]
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[ One of his arms wraps loosely around Mydei's waist, even as his mouth moves. It feels painfully easy to take one of those piercings into his mouth, to let his tongue explore the shape of it, the difference between flesh and metal, and it's... Painfully alluring, too.
Mydeimos made a good choice. ]
why do you have so many nipple biting icons
Good.
motions to this thread???
He spends a little time there, testing to see what the other man likes best, his free hand slinking up. Slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers pinch the other, unoccupied nipple, just to see how he reacts. ]
you got me there
(Or maybe he doesn't want to give the viewers the satisfaction this early.) He pushes his chest into his hands. ]
Phainon -
[ He's almost dizzy with it. The tug feels like the little studs might as well be connected straight to his nerves. He did this to tease any partners but it's quickly being turned around on him. ]
look, a new one
Leaning back, he gives Mydei a quick glance, pleased, before he hums. ]
I want to hear you.
[ And he swaps sides, sucking this time, to see how he reacts. ]
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[ He has more to say about that but then Phainon swaps sides and sucks, and Mydeimos lets out a full blown whimper, heel kicking in reflexively where it's wrapped around Phainon's leg. He tugs on Phainon's hair again, making sure he doesn't stray far from Mydei's chest.
He was meant to be the one in control of this situation, but he easily lets Phainon direct it instead. ]
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[ The sound that Mydei makes is enough to make Phainon shudder, running through him like a spark of lightning. He wants to hear more of it, enjoying having this man at his mercy rather than it being the other way around, enjoying the pleasure of being the one in charge. Mydeimos could command him to move along, and he would listen, but right now he is the master of the moment.
One arm wraps tighter around Mydei's body, holding him closer. His teeth scrape deliberately over his nipple, and in a moment of inspiration, he bites it, pulling gently. ]
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We should move.
[ Not because of his precious kitchen but because his legs will probably give out otherwise. ]
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[ Leaning back, his arm still tight around Mydeimos, his expression warm as he looks up at him, filled with fondness. His room is still a bit of a mess from his own encounter, so he hesitates briefly. ]
The sofa? Or would you prefer your room?
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Yours.
[ He doesn't care if it's a mess of fluids, he will make the last person Phainon remembers in there today him. To cut off any arguing about it, he shifts so that he can rub up against Phainon, grinding against him slowly. ] Before I lose my patience.
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[ It's not that bad, really, but Phainon is still a little apprehensive. Breathing out shakily, resisting the urge to rock back, he instead grabs Mydei's wrist and tries to tug him along to his room; inside, the sheets are a mess, his sweatpants from earlier are still on the floor, and there's a very clear sense of what went on here.
He's blushing harder for it. ]
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He settles on him in such a way that his chest is level with his face rather than being face to face, and smirks down at Phainon. ]
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You'd like me to continue, then?
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[ Again with answering questions with questions, Mydeimos bracing his hands on the wall and tilting his head down at Phainon. Somewhere along the line he removed the shirt he was wearing entirely.
He shifts, pressing down where he can feel Phainon starting to get hard. ]
I thought you dense, but not that much.
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[ With Mydeimos leaning on the wall, it almost feels too easy. Phainon reaches to grab at his waist, lifting his leg, and spins them both. It means that he ends up half under Mydei, wiggling to clamber on top of him, awkward, but...
By the time he's done, he's on top, straddling the other man with a wide smile. ]
I'll take my time with you.
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He cocks an eyebrow at him, still smirking. ]
Don't go too slow.
[ He hooks an ankle around one of Phainon's anyway, like a support. ]
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It would be so easy. Mydeimos is right there, soft and petulant under him, and it would take no effort at all to lean down and press their mouths together. It would feel good, too, he knows that, but something stops him. That rising fear and uncertainty, the self-doubt, the memories of millions of blades pressed through this man’s body…
He leans down to his neck instead, scraping his teeth, sucking a mark against the skin. His mouth trails, slow and explorative, as his nails try to make the skin prickle with light, idle exploration. It’s all teasing, all designed to make Mydei mad, as he finally makes his way back to the piercings, finally puts his mouth where he’s craved the most. ]
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His skin prickles with desire, and it feels like his nipples draw even tighter with those teasing touches before Phainon even gets near them. When he finally places his mouth on one, Mydeimos moans, back arching up so his stomach and groin are pressed up against Phainon. ]
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did you think i dropped this, haha -
never, i believed in you
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