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Mydeimos

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Mydeimos

Mydeimos

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[strifeborne]

[ Mydeimos gives Phainon a Look but doesn't elaborate. He'll get there in the end. (Maybe). ]

I simply don't want to see you suffering for the sake of your partner. It's not good for you, and it'd make me - It'd make them upset.

[cyclus]

Mm. I understand the sentiment.

[ An arm wraps around Mydei's waist, absently. ]

But if I enjoy their enjoyment, is it not for my sake, also?

[strifeborne]

That can be a worthwhile pursuit, yes. But if you are truly hurting and and push past it without consideration for yourself, I can't imagine anyone would be happy about it.

[ He lets his hand fall to the arm, fingers resting on his wrist. Phainon has been doing this more of late, and Mydeimos wonders at it but (ironically) never tells him to stop. ]

[cyclus]

A little discomfort will not do me real harm. If it was truly that awful, then that is where a safe word would be used, hm?

[ Phainon is not going to bring it up either, cautiously avoiding any kind of real discussion. ]

[strifeborne]

[ They're in this Not Talking About It hot tub together.

Mydeimos looks at Phainon for a moment, the only sign he's picking his words carefully. ]

You realize that trust needs to go both ways? Your partner needs to trust you'll use it. If you have a history of pushing yourself far past your limits, they might doubt that you would.

[cyclus]

They can trust me! I am not so foolish that I would do something I really hated.

[ Discomfort is not the same as hate; Phainon knows hate all too well. ]

[strifeborne]

[ He's giving him a lookbut finally relents about it, because Phainon deserves this trust, after everything. ]

I still think you should practice saying 'no' more.

[ The grumpy tone of a man who lost this fight. ]

[cyclus]

[ Phainon sighs, turning to press his face into Mydei's neck.

Unable to help himself - ]

No.

[strifeborne]

Brat.

[ He reaches up to tug on his hair a little but doesn't actually pull him away from his neck. ]

[cyclus]

I am not!

[ He scowls, squeezing his arms tighter. ]

I did what you asked. And I am trying, hard as that might be to believe.

[strifeborne]

I don't find it hard to believe. You've never been one to half-ass a task.

[ He says to Phainon "held the line for 33 million cycles" Khaslana. He's smirking (smiling, really), letting his hand rest on the back of his head. ]

[cyclus]

And I do not intend to start now.

[ He's too comfortable to move, now, something soft and warm in his gut, ears twitching. ]

Would you practice with me?

[strifeborne]

Yes.

[ He agrees as if it's just that easy, hand shifting slightly to rub his thumb over the base of one twitching ear. ]

Though I think if we do, we should have a specific kink in mind.

[cyclus]

[ Phainon hums softly, content to stay here, warm. ]

Mm. Is there something you want to try?

[strifeborne]

Not that I can think of immediately. Roleplaying, perhaps, to get you out of your head.

[cyclus]

Oh?

[ He perks up a little, fingers brushing idly against Mydei's stomach. ]

I would like to try it.

[strifeborne]

Ready to take on a role other than Deliverer?

[ He's only half teasing. ]

[cyclus]

I think so.

[ Careful, he kisses Mydei's neck. Tempting, too tempting. ]

You sound like you have an idea in mind.

[strifeborne]

[ Bro what is with that sneaky little neck kiss. ]

What if you were mine?

[ IT HANGS JUST A MOMENT TOO LONG before he adds: ]

A warrior of the detachment, I mean, instead of Okhema's hero.

[cyclus]

[ Phainon doesn't tense, but he does still - more from curiosity than any tension, leaning forward so he can peer at Mydeimos.

He looks... Curious. ]

Have I come to relay a message? To serve my warrior prince?

[strifeborne]

[ Mydeimos huffs out a little laugh. ]

To serve, I think. Best not to make it too complicated, lest you get hung up on playing politics.

[ Also because it's another line he can put for himself in the role; he'd never take advantage of his people in that way, someone's willingness aside. ]

[cyclus]

I like the idea.

[ His fingers trail along Mydei's body, against his stomach, palm flat as he smiles. ]

Have you been left wanting for too long?

[strifeborne]

[ Mydeimos relaxes into the touch, though he chuckles slightly. ]

Perhaps. My favorite attendant has been busy for quite some time, it seems.

[cyclus]

[ Phainon chuckles softly, smile warming, his hands finding Mydei's. ]

And left you with such longing? For shame. We must repair such terrible circumstances.

[strifeborne]

If he knows what's good, he should.

[ The hands fall to his, and he threads their fingers together, though his tone is serious when he speaks again. ]

Should you want to do this now, you'll have to give me some time to set the scene.