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    “It’s safe to say I won our little challenge, and as my prize you have to reward me.”

    “And by reward…”

    Phainon licked his lips, just to watch Mydei’s gaze drop to the motion. Lower, as Phainon spread his legs wide enough for Mydei to stand between them if he took that final step, and propped his soles on the bedding with unmistakable intent.

    “Four is your number, right? You can manage it on the ice. So let's see if you can manage it for me.”

    After the World Championships ends and brings their personal competition to a close with it, Phainon proposes another challenge between him and Mydei.

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    Something in him—maybe some sort of last-ditch effort of self-preservating instinct—tingles at the base of his skull. A preview of the forum app icon stares up at him from beside the string of the link, its marshmallow-y thumb stuck up with a grin.

    Shaking off his last shred of reluctance, Mydei taps it. A white screen buffers, and then the horror begins to unfold.

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    u/throwaway_101010 · 2 wks ago
    My [28Mβ] long-term partner [27Mα] refuses to spend his rut together because of knotting. Is his concern justified?

    After Mydei receives some unexpected news, Phainon goes looking for advice in equally unexpected places.

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    "If it was nothing, you shouldn't have a problem repeating it," Mydei says, unmoving, but Phainon knows if his palms weren't oiled and powdery, he'd be folding his arms over his chest. Instead, they hang, claw-like, in front of him. It'd be funny if Phainon had the upper hand. "Look me in the eye..."

    Instead—in an obviously Pavlovian response—Phainon does.

    "…And ask. One more time."

    The song plummets into the bridge, petering out between them. Phainon inhales deeply, catalogues his crowded, eclectic dining/living room, at everything and everywhere except Mydei until he absolutely has to.

    "Right…um. So. Mydei…" he nods, smiles, even, despite the dread. No point in backing down now.

    "Do you want to make a sex tape?"

    Phainon has a proposition. His feelings for Mydei are (definitely) not part of it.

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    “What time are you leaving, again?”

    “Why?” Phainon smiles, all-teeth. It’s dangerous. “Are you offering me a ride?”

    Mydei places a hand on his thigh and, deliberately, squeezes it once. “Only if you are interested." He murmurs.

    “Scandalous.”

    “Oh, but I’m sure you are no stranger to those.”

    Alternatively, the one where they fuck in a car

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    “Mydei! There you are.”

    His eyes flutter, no longer half-lidded, staring at the source of that familiar voice. “Deliverer.”

    Phainon nods, not the slightest bit put off by his gruff greeting, casually petting Kokopo’s side.

    Mydei inhales deeply, trying to push the haze back, suppressing a growl when Phainon’s scent fills his nose instead. It’s distinct against the whirl of grey all around, sharp and warm – sweet oranges and heady bergamot, flares of ozone and a pang of seasalt. Locating him anywhere was as simple as following that golden trail he left behind no matter where he went.

    He swallows, hard. His throat bobs. His teeth ache. He steels his jaw, curls his brass claw into his own arm to distract himself from the heat flaring up in his stomach.

    “What do you want?” Mydei asks, voice rougher than usual.

    Mydeimos plans on dealing with his rut as he always has: by ignoring it. Phainon's infuriatingly alluring scent throws a wrench in those plans, and Mydeimos finds himself struggling to resist his instincts more than ever.

    aka mydei's rut, the fic

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