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. ]
[ Mydeimos laughs affectionately, reaching up to pet an ear again. ]
Be a good boy and meet me in my room in an hour, all right?
[ As his hand falls away, his fingers graze Phainon's cheek. Again he's tempted to leave a kiss there, or to pull him in for a proper one. The hesitance might even be noticeable; ultimately he pulls away though, to head upstairs. ]
[ The good boy, the pause, the way Phainon, too, leans in, almost too hesitant - his eyes dart over Mydei's face before he swallows.
He wants to kiss him again. He wants it desperately. It had felt like too much, the last time, but now... Now, the idea of not kissing him pains him more than he can say.
[ Mydeimos nods before he makes a tactical retreat up to his room, the urge to lean back in overwhelming. He uses the time to take a quick shower, unbraiding his hair. He keeps the arousal going by thinking of Phainon, the way he touched him; slowly, he forms a more moderately sized crystal throne, placing some pillows on it and at the foot.
He debates over an outfit before he settles on one that can barely be called clothes, forgoing the collar and attached fabric but keeping the armbands and his normal jewelry. Before he knows it his time is almost up, and he gives himself one last glance before making sure the door is unlocked and settling himself on the throne.
When the knock finally comes, he calls out, command in his voice: ] You may enter.
[ Phainon spends the next hour basically... Pacing.
It's hard to focus, a low burning inside of him, a longing. He wants Mydei, now, and having to wait is a delicious kind of torture. He keeps staring at the clock, waiting for the hours to change, waiting to sink into this - to enjoy the game of it, their new understanding empowering them both. He doesn't necessarily expect Mydei to push his boundaries too far tonight, but who knows.
When the time ticks over, finally, he changes. He wears a looser outfit, something easy to take off, less formal. He looks more like a dressed down guard than the man he is at heart, and when he finally gets into Mydei's room...
His voice disappears.
Mydeimos looks beautiful like this, and he has to force himself to breathe, to offer a proper Kremnoan greeting as he steps into the room, door shutting behind him. ]
[ If Phainon ever imagined Mydeimos to hold court it probably did look something like this, minus the salacious outfit; he sits comfortably on the throne, one leg bent to rest on it, resting an elbow on one crystalline red arm and leaning his face against his hand.
He doesn't play at disinterested, just leans into the trappings that Krateros had once expected of him for a time, beckoning Phainon over with his unoccupied hand. Once he's close enough he's quick to grab him by the chin, forcing him to kneel on a pillow if he wasn't already going for the motion. His touch is firm, but not intentionally painful - not yet. ]
You've been busy as of late. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me.
[ Whether he's casting Phainon as a whore or a guard he'll leave up to the other man, but he lets a hint of jealousy color his tone. ]
[ Phainon is going to kneel as soon as the option is there, even if Mydeimos hadn't chosen to urge him that way, to encourage him to sit, to make his place, to settle down. Even without the mantle of the scene around him, he feels the urge so naturally that it is hard not to give into the urge, his expression devouring as he looks up at the other man.
No wonder Mydeimos was so loved. How many of his soldiers desired him, thought of him like this? How many men looked upon him with such want? Phainon could not fault them, even as he feels his envy blossom.
Looking a little chagrined, ashamed, Phainon tries not to pout. He is here to serve, and so his face is gentle, open. ]
Forget you? Like I'd ever. [ He leans forward, into the touch. ] I have longed to return to your side. Perhaps it was you who had forgotten me.
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No.
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[ He reaches up to tug on his hair a little but doesn't actually pull him away from his neck. ]
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[ He scowls, squeezing his arms tighter. ]
I did what you asked. And I am trying, hard as that might be to believe.
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[ 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. ]
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[ He's too comfortable to move, now, something soft and warm in his gut, ears twitching. ]
Would you practice with me?
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[ 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.
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Mm. Is there something you want to try?
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[ He perks up a little, fingers brushing idly against Mydei's stomach. ]
I would like to try it.
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[ He's only half teasing. ]
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[ Careful, he kisses Mydei's neck. Tempting, too tempting. ]
You sound like you have an idea in mind.
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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.
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He looks... Curious. ]
Have I come to relay a message? To serve my warrior prince?
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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. ]
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[ His fingers trail along Mydei's body, against his stomach, palm flat as he smiles. ]
Have you been left wanting for too long?
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Perhaps. My favorite attendant has been busy for quite some time, it seems.
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And left you with such longing? For shame. We must repair such terrible circumstances.
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[ 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.
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I can be patient, I suppose. But only so patient!
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Be a good boy and meet me in my room in an hour, all right?
[ As his hand falls away, his fingers graze Phainon's cheek. Again he's tempted to leave a kiss there, or to pull him in for a proper one. The hesitance might even be noticeable; ultimately he pulls away though, to head upstairs. ]
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He wants to kiss him again. He wants it desperately. It had felt like too much, the last time, but now... Now, the idea of not kissing him pains him more than he can say.
Phainon bites his tongue. ]
One hour. I'll wait.
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He debates over an outfit before he settles on one that can barely be called clothes, forgoing the collar and attached fabric but keeping the armbands and his normal jewelry. Before he knows it his time is almost up, and he gives himself one last glance before making sure the door is unlocked and settling himself on the throne.
When the knock finally comes, he calls out, command in his voice: ] You may enter.
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It's hard to focus, a low burning inside of him, a longing. He wants Mydei, now, and having to wait is a delicious kind of torture. He keeps staring at the clock, waiting for the hours to change, waiting to sink into this - to enjoy the game of it, their new understanding empowering them both. He doesn't necessarily expect Mydei to push his boundaries too far tonight, but who knows.
When the time ticks over, finally, he changes. He wears a looser outfit, something easy to take off, less formal. He looks more like a dressed down guard than the man he is at heart, and when he finally gets into Mydei's room...
His voice disappears.
Mydeimos looks beautiful like this, and he has to force himself to breathe, to offer a proper Kremnoan greeting as he steps into the room, door shutting behind him. ]
My prince. I have come, as requested.
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He doesn't play at disinterested, just leans into the trappings that Krateros had once expected of him for a time, beckoning Phainon over with his unoccupied hand. Once he's close enough he's quick to grab him by the chin, forcing him to kneel on a pillow if he wasn't already going for the motion. His touch is firm, but not intentionally painful - not yet. ]
You've been busy as of late. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me.
[ Whether he's casting Phainon as a whore or a guard he'll leave up to the other man, but he lets a hint of jealousy color his tone. ]
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No wonder Mydeimos was so loved. How many of his soldiers desired him, thought of him like this? How many men looked upon him with such want? Phainon could not fault them, even as he feels his envy blossom.
Looking a little chagrined, ashamed, Phainon tries not to pout. He is here to serve, and so his face is gentle, open. ]
Forget you? Like I'd ever. [ He leans forward, into the touch. ] I have longed to return to your side. Perhaps it was you who had forgotten me.
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