[ His breath hitches a bit at the way Phainon is clearly experienced now, the way he doesn't choke immediately. It's both pleasing and causes a surge of jealousy, tattoos rippling with a familiar red effect before he reins it in. ]
I remember the first time you did this for me.
[ Is he talking about the scene, or when Phainon fell to his knees out in biting cold? He rolls his hips and gives no clarification either way, pushing his cock further into Phainon's mouth. He wants to see if he can take it; he wants to see him choke if he can't. ]
[ Phainon is too busy, focused on taking Mydei deeper and deeper, that he barely notes the flutter of red, thinking it must be desire and nothing else. His mouth is full, and he feels content with it, hands where he can't quite go yet, still learning how to do this with a skill that would please everyone.
Practice makes one proficient, and Phainon never aims short of the best.
Groaning softly, he thinks of the memory. Cold air biting him, the hot flush on his cheeks, Mydei's hands on him, in his hair, guiding him and showing him pleasure... It's a fond memory even now, one that he delights in. ]
[ He can see the way even the ears on Phainon's head relax as he fills his mouth. Phainon was truly made for pleasure, and losing himself in it; Mydeimos takes the moment to watch him, at the way his hands grasp around the base of his cock.
The groan makes him shiver, and he grins. ]
You like thinking of that? The way I took you despite the pain in your throat?
[ He's teasing, remembering how hoarse Phainon had sounded after Mydei had come. He tightens the hold he has on Phainon's hair, tugging him forward a little. ]
[ It is true that he had liked it, had enjoyed it, for the way that it had made him ache but from the knowledge that he had pleased Mydeimos too, that he had brought him pleasure. That had done something to him, ignited something, and even if he had been lax in his sexual encounters after that, he had kept it in his mind as a wonderful and inspiring memory.
Ears flicking, chasing the sound of Mydei's voice, Phainon breathes out gently through his nose, trying to use what he had learned properly.
When he looks up, his eyes are a little lidded, already hazy with desire, but he goes with the pull all the same, sinking down, further, a little more, taking Mydeimos and enjoying the feeling of going further and further, mouth stretched and heat buzzing through him. ]
[ He rumbles out an mmm for the feeling of Phainon's mouth around him, at the way he looks up at him. Adoring, hungry; if Mydeimos lets himself fall into it enough, he can believe it's all for him alone.
He doesn't push any further for now, curious to see if Phainon will try to take him all the way - he had been researching deepthroating, after all. Instead he lets his hand relax to comb through his hair, flicking a thumb against one twitching ear. ]
[ Yes, Phainon thinks. This is what he wants, what he’s not going to stop. He can show his devotion, his affection for his dearest friend through such physical means, and Mydeimos can accept it - accept him. Even as he’s forgiven he seeks penance, seeks something to ease the burden of his heart and the hatred he holds for himself.
This time, he does take Mydei deeper. He’s cautious with it, careful despite his enthusiasm and his desperate desire to please, to do well. He rumbles a soft sound, muffled by the cock inside him, and shifts. He doesn’t want to choke and ruin this, but it goes further and further as he pushes himself carefully. ]
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I remember the first time you did this for me.
[ Is he talking about the scene, or when Phainon fell to his knees out in biting cold? He rolls his hips and gives no clarification either way, pushing his cock further into Phainon's mouth. He wants to see if he can take it; he wants to see him choke if he can't. ]
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Practice makes one proficient, and Phainon never aims short of the best.
Groaning softly, he thinks of the memory. Cold air biting him, the hot flush on his cheeks, Mydei's hands on him, in his hair, guiding him and showing him pleasure... It's a fond memory even now, one that he delights in. ]
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The groan makes him shiver, and he grins. ]
You like thinking of that? The way I took you despite the pain in your throat?
[ He's teasing, remembering how hoarse Phainon had sounded after Mydei had come. He tightens the hold he has on Phainon's hair, tugging him forward a little. ]
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Ears flicking, chasing the sound of Mydei's voice, Phainon breathes out gently through his nose, trying to use what he had learned properly.
When he looks up, his eyes are a little lidded, already hazy with desire, but he goes with the pull all the same, sinking down, further, a little more, taking Mydeimos and enjoying the feeling of going further and further, mouth stretched and heat buzzing through him. ]
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He doesn't push any further for now, curious to see if Phainon will try to take him all the way - he had been researching deepthroating, after all. Instead he lets his hand relax to comb through his hair, flicking a thumb against one twitching ear. ]
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This time, he does take Mydei deeper. He’s cautious with it, careful despite his enthusiasm and his desperate desire to please, to do well. He rumbles a soft sound, muffled by the cock inside him, and shifts. He doesn’t want to choke and ruin this, but it goes further and further as he pushes himself carefully. ]