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This is a horrible idea.
Scratch that, this is the worst idea Mydei has ever agreed to go along with in his entire life.
Yet strangely, every bone in his body is eager to try it out.
Predictably, the source of his dilemma is none other than his dear Phainon, who woke up one lovely Saturday morning with an idea even brighter than the rays of sunlight peaking through their bedroom’s blinds;
He was gonna be the one on top tonight.
Of course, Mydei wasn’t opposed to this: they’d only had sex a handful of times, having only gotten together recently, but both agreed they didn’t mind whatever position was chosen, even if their past exchanges all played out to where Phainon was the one bottoming. Simple enough, right? Well, there was just one, slight problem…
Phainon isn’t just content on using his fingers this time.
Which creates a bit of a predicament for Mydei, considering Phainon doesn’t have a dick, meaning…
“You are not putting that inside me.”
“-Please.” Phainon pleads, giving Mydei his signature puppy-dog eyes. It doesn’t work this time- seems like the Deliverer has exhausted his uses for the week and should wait for Monday’s reset- but Mydei’s nervous glare softens a little anyways.
“Perhaps I should ask Anaxa to stop by and enlighten you with a few more anatomy lessons; since you clearly weren’t paying enough attention during your time at the grove.” Mydei scolds, even as he eyes the monstrosity in Phainon’s hands with interest.
“What?” Phainon replies innocently. “It’s not that much bigger than you, is it?”
The audacity.
“Phainon, I know you’re most likely colorblind with those atrocious outfit choices of yours, so my faith in your vision isn’t the best; but even you should know that a strap this big is ridiculous for our first time.”
For context, the offending piece of silicone was around 10 inches long and two and a half in diameter. Not the biggest thing out there obviously, but when Phainon doesn’t really know what he’s doing, and Mydei hasn’t bottomed in quite a while…
…Even with his shoddy math skills- look, monsters in the sea of souls torture you with relentless fights, not algebra lessons- the King can tell that this might add up to way too much for him.
Phainon is concerned, obviously, even if he’s maintaining his oblivious facade for the hope that Mydei will just let it slide. It’s no longer fun if his lover is in actual pain…
Although, Phainon also knows Mydei wouldn’t be too opposed to that…
“I can see the look on your face, Mydeimos,” he says with a smile, “you’re curious.”
“Of course I am.” Mydei admits, face flushing. “I just don’t know if I can take it all.”
Phainon grins back at him. “I haven’t lost my gentleness, you know, even after all these brutal years…” he pulls Mydei closer, eyes shining with a warmth that could comfort Mydei on even the coldest of nights.
“…Do you trust me with this, Mydeimos?”
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Phainon’s so glad he wasn’t born with a dick.
Otherwise, he’d be rock hard at the way Mydei is looking up at him- completely bare, his eyes shining with want- and Phainon thinks he wouldn’t be able to handle the kind of teasing that came with that.
He thinks back to the other times this happened, where their positions were reversed, and how it felt. Mydei was always so gentle with him- not because he thought Phainon was fragile, that if he pushed him too hard he’d break- but because that’s just how they are with each other. No matter the pace, no matter the atmosphere or tension, Phainon could find a warm, soft touch on his back, or a steady grip on his wrist, or a light kiss to his forehead.
He’s seen Mydei’s strength in battle countless times, both from his own experiences, and the endless memories of Khaslana life that he’s inherited.
It was terrifying, impressive, and more than a little attractive; but it was more than just his sheer skill and power demonstrated in fights. It was Mydei’s ability to bear the awful scorn of others, his never ending resilience in the face of defeat, and his willingness to make the right choice regardless of how hard it was.
Despite how soft, how gentle he is when they’re together, Mydei is at his strongest when he’s lying like this, so exposed, so vulnerable with Phainon.
In every Eternal Recurrence, Mydei met his end at Khaslana’s blade. In every lifetime, his lover’s demise was Phainon’s fault- even the other version of himself was doing it for all the right reasons.
Yet Mydei forgave him anyways, pushing the crushing weight of countless millennia of guilt and agony aside, embracing Phainon with open arms, wholly glad to have him. Thousands of years of pain cannot compare to an eternity of love, with the raging fire of Phainon’s past cleansed by the other’s calming presence, all duties, all capabilities, all pretenses forgotten as they lay together, Phainon almost-
“-you still with me?” Mydei asks gently, confused why Phainon had fallen silent for a few minutes.
“Yeah!” He replies earnestly. “Just thinking about a few things…”
Mydei smiles. “Well, can you put your mind to this now?”
“Most certainly.”
Mydei had helped him put the strap on earlier, and Phainon couldn’t help but remark on just how right it felt. In the back of his mind, as much as transforming into Khaslana hurts him, he wonders if he could form a few more appendages besides just the wings… Unfortunately, Phainon’s still learning to control his temperature in that form, so perhaps it’s an adventure for another time.
Currently, he believes he might explode if he’s not inside Mydei within the next minute, so it’s best to get to work. While he was finishing getting everything ready, Mydei had prepped himself, knowing Phainon can’t deal with anymore waiting.
All he has to do now is go to town.
They’re both sitting on the bed, with Phainon leaning over Mydei. He thinks for a moment, deciding to readjust, sitting behind the other man instead, hands shifting to rest on Mydei’s thighs, who then places his own palms over.
“Nervous?”
“I could ask you the same, Deliverer.”
Phainon giggles. “Don’t ‘Deliverer’ me, I’m about to be inside you.”
Mydei snorts. “So you better deliver.”
Phainon muses how remarkable it is that the King of Castrum Kremnos is such a shameless dork as moves his hands again, signaling for Mydei to sit up a little for better access. His left arm assists in holding Mydei in place while his right holds open the space around his hole gently but firmly. Unsure of how to give him any sort of warning, Phainon places the tip of the dildo against that sensitive skin, and carefully slides an inch in.
“-ugh!” Mydei gasps, hands moving back to grip Phainon's thighs. Phainon himself readjusts to hold onto the King’s waist, keeping him steady.
“I think-“ Mydei takes a deep breath, “-I think this might be easier on our sides.”
“Tired already?” Phainon teases, but he agrees, and soon they’re lying on the bed, Phainon’s arms wrapped around Mydei’s waist.
His partner exhales in relief. “It’s been awhile, okay.” He mutters, glad Phainon can’t see the expression on his face.
Phainon feels the same way, because if Mydei knew how wet he was, he’d ask him if he’d been Phagousa’s demigod first. The sensation of the pressure from the strap on his clit is already driving him insane and he’s barely even inside Mydei. If that’s not enough, just having Mydei in his arms like this is making him go crazy. He’s so comforting, so pleasant, so addictive. Too much and yet not enough; Phainon thinks would absorb Mydei into his skin if he could.
Unfortunately, he cannot, so he settles on pushing a few more inches into him instead.
“-ah.” Mydei moans, grasping at the sheets, finally settling on holding onto a pillow for stability.
He shudders at the feeling of Phainon’s hot breath by his ear, his head pressed into the crook of Mydei’s neck.
“M-Mydei” Phainon pants, gripping him tighter.
“And I’m the tired one?” Mydei taunts back, turning his head to look back at him. “You can’t even feel me.”
“Oh but I’ll make you feel me.” Phainon declares, making Mydei realize he just made a grave error as the other bottoms out at last.
“PHAINON.” Mydei screams, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he nearly rips the pillow he’s clutching to shreds.
“Mydei!” Phainon shouts nervously, sliding out a bit which causes his lover to groan again. “Are you okay? I’m sorry- that was too much, I should have warned you, I-“
“-it’s okay Phainon.” Mydei interrupts, breathing heavily. “I-,” he gasps, “-I can take it.”
“You sure?”
“Postive… just… go slowly to start at least.”
Phainon smiles. “On it boss.”
Mydei chuckles at the ridiculous nickname, but his amusement is quickly cut off by Phainon pulling out almost all the way- only to drag right back in.
He feels the arms around his waist tighten, Phainon shaking slightly.
“That feels… so good.” Phainon whimpers, continuing his movements.
Mydei knows he’s making so much noise at this point, and he’s finally taking a hand to deal with his long-neglected cock; but even then, all Mydei can think about are the sounds coming out of Phainon.
Pathetic would be putting it lightly- in fact, pornographic would probably be the best way to describe his moans- as ridiculous as that seems.
He knew Phainon was into pegging, but to this extent…
…a smug grin appears on Mydei’s face, and Phainon barely has any time to react as Mydei flips them over, done with an unprecedented grace for someone dealing with 10 inches of silicone up his ass.
Either way, the struggle that might bring is completely forgotten by both parties, seeing as Mydei’s now straddling Phainon, cocky as ever, staring down at the Deliverer with a bravado that has his lover’s heart racing. Phainon can’t decide where to look; eyes bouncing between Mydei’s chest, waist, cock, face, and lastly the area where they’re connected like he’s participating in the world's most horny game of pinball.
He motions to wrap his hands around Mydei’s torso, but is immediately stopped by the other man, who grabs his wrists and pushes them back onto the bed, interlocking his fingers with Phainon’s.
Phainon gulps, staring up at Mydei with equal interest and terror, knowing he’s most likely about to get ridden to hell and back, and there’s pretty much nothing he can do about it.
That sort of revival is something Mydeimos the Undying is intimately familiar with, after all.
“Hngh- Mydei, Mydei, slow down-“ Phainon pleads, and although his lover is keeping an eye on his reactions, the King doesn’t listen, maintaining his pace.
Mydei’s face is flushed, eyes clouded in a daze, and arms shaking, but he’s still determined to ruin Phainon; to have him be the one who can barely walk away from this.
After all, Kremnoans never back down from a righteous challenge.
Phainon’s squirming on the bed, and even though he could easily break free of Mydei’s grasp if he really wanted to- he lets the other man keep him in place- choosing to enjoy the comforting weight of being held down instead. He doesn’t have to let Mydei behave like this, but after so long, when the dust finally settled, it’s nice to just let go.
Of course, one probably couldn’t tell that based on the way he’s reacting.
The King leans forward, catching Phainon’s desperate, gasping breaths with his own in a searing kiss, letting go of the other’s hands to wrap his arms around Phainon instead, fingers digging into the strong muscle of his back. He’s never felt more full in his life, but that’s not stopping him; determined to get Phainon off before he does.
Unsurprisingly, Phainon senses this, and attempts to switch their position to a more favorable one- one where there’s less pressure on him and more on Mydei.
Unfortunately for Phainon, it’s already too late.
He orgasms with tears streaming down his cheeks and Mydei’s name on his lips, overwhelmed by pleasure as the man in question continues to ride him regardless, seemingly unbothered by how his lover writhes against the mattress, chasing his own pleasure instead.
In fact, Mydei likes how overstimulated Phainon is; encouraged to see just how hard he can make the other man cry before it becomes too much for the both of them. They like testing each other's limits like this, and Phainon knows Mydei would immediately stop if he said even a single word insinuating it. Therefore, he happily accepts the punishment, moans muffled by Mydei’s kisses as the other reaches his own peak, releasing on Phainon’s stomach and collapsing on top of him, dildo still inside.
“Did you have fun?” Phainon asks after a few exausted moments, words slurring together as his mind’s still in a daze.
“Yeah. I should ask you the same thing-” Mydei replies warmly, sitting up a bit, eyeing Phainon’s tear stains, then using his right hand to gently wipe them away, leaving it there to lightly caress Phainon’s cheek.
“-Well, you certainly know how to ride.” Phainon laughs, leaning into his touch.
“A King should be skilled at many different things.” Mydei retorts smugly, crossing his arms.
Phainon places one hand on the small of Mydei’s back, and the other on his stomach, expertly flipping them over without a moment's hesitation, leaving Mydei on all fours with Phainon behind him.
“Then; would he be talented in this regard too?”
“Phainon!”
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After several hours, their little trist finally ends on the same miraculously intact bed it started on.
“And you call me a beast?” Mydei gasps, he’s collapsed on his back, limbs splayed out everywhere.
“I don’t know,” Phainon replies, equally exhausted, resting his head on Mydei’s chest. “I’d say you were pretty wild there.”
“Are you gonna identify my species or something?” He chuckles.
“-I mean we did fuck like animals so-“
Mydei playfully slaps Phainon, who just laughs in response.
Phainon lays his head back on Mydei, breathing a sigh of relief as the other starts gently running his fingers through his hair.
“This is nice.” He muses, leaning into Mydei’s touch.
Mydei smiles. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now.”
“You know I get sentimental… it’s kinda my thing.”
“Yeah.”
And sentimental does Phainon get.
After so long, it’s finally over. Sure, they have an actual Amphoreus to run now, but there’s no Flame-Chase, no Lygus, no Council of Elders… it’s come with its own share of drama, of course, but it’s nothing compared to their previous experiences; nothing compared to what they would experience had the Eternal Recurrences kept repeating.
Mydei still calls him the Deliverer, because even if he shared that responsibility with the Trailblazer long ago; he’s still earned it. Phainon can’t believe they got here, to the point where they don’t have to worry about tomorrow, where him and Mydei can just indulge in the pleasures of life without feeling as if they’re neglecting something. It’s so nice, so simple, Phainon-
“Are you crying?” Mydei asks softly.
“Yeah.” Phainon laughs bitterly, wiping away his tears.
Wordlessly, Mydei drags Phainon up, positioning him so he’s laying directly on top of the King.
Except this time it's different; everything else has been forgotten, it’s truly just him and Mydei.
“Don’t be ashamed.” Mydei reassures, rubbing Phainon's back. “We’ve earned it.”
And so Phainon cries. For what particularly- he’s not sure- lately it’s like everything overwhelms him- something which is both frustrating and rewarding, after those countless years of emptiness. Mydei’s arms are so warm and safe, and Phainon would like be held by them for the rest of time if he could.
Unfortunately for him, a blissful eternity like that may be impossible to maintain in reality, perhaps only existing within the minds of a familiar lighting god or two, but Phainon’s going to enjoy this for as long as he possibly can anyways.
“We’re gonna be sooo sore tomorrow,” Mydei groans, the randomness of his interruption stirring Phainon out of his mind for a second, causing him to snicker just a little.
“Don’t you heal super fast still?” Phainon asks playfully, poking Mydei’s face lightly.
“Yeah, meaning you’re gonna be the only one suffering.”
“Well- you should take care of me then if you’re gonna be so unaffected.”
“You’d love that wouldn’t you.”
“Yes. Yes I would.”
Mydei grins, bringing Phainon’s face closer, pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead.
“It’s a deal then; considering this was the best idea you’ve had in a long while.”
Phainon smiles.
“Indeed it was.”