[ The swing between sweetness and something else, an edge of passion and desire that gives the same sensation that sparring does. It’s the rush of adrenaline, the way his body warms, the way he feels so close with his friend… The intimacy has always been there, this is just something different they’re doing with it.
Their fingers brush, and Phainon softens.
There’s no way for him to resist.
As Mydeimos commands, his mouth goes a little lax, his eyes lidded once more, trying to relax as much as possible. He wants to give Mydeimos all he wants, to allow for his desire to be sated, to be a good and worthy servant to his prince. ]
[ It's a push and pull of dominance; Mydeimos knows he has the upper hand here, that Phainon is letting him have it. He has the memory of Phainon finding out about his piercings to show he can just as easily lose it to his friend, too.
And it is Phainon. If he can't be vulnerable with Phainon, there would be no hope for managing it with anyone else. His wish is for Phainon even, after a fashion.
He slips his hand down to curl around the side of Phainon's head. His other hand holds tightly onto Phainon's as he starts to thrust, shallow at first; then forcing Phainon to take the entirety of his cock as he starts to get bolder. ]
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Their fingers brush, and Phainon softens.
There’s no way for him to resist.
As Mydeimos commands, his mouth goes a little lax, his eyes lidded once more, trying to relax as much as possible. He wants to give Mydeimos all he wants, to allow for his desire to be sated, to be a good and worthy servant to his prince. ]
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And it is Phainon. If he can't be vulnerable with Phainon, there would be no hope for managing it with anyone else. His wish is for Phainon even, after a fashion.
He slips his hand down to curl around the side of Phainon's head. His other hand holds tightly onto Phainon's as he starts to thrust, shallow at first; then forcing Phainon to take the entirety of his cock as he starts to get bolder. ]
Look at you.