[ Mydeimos chuckles against that sweet skin, nipping it but not biting fully. He lets his hands begin to unbuckle the jacket that Phainon is wearing. ]
I'll give you something better. Now, and the next time.
[ His shy way of asking for a next time, even as he pulls the jacket free and pushes it aside, skimming his fingers up under his shirt and over Phainon's stomach. ]
[ The desire to be bitten is overwhelming, and Phainon whines at the tease, chasing after Mydeimos with a pout. ]
Next time, you can help me build it.
[ A confession as his muscles twitch, breathless as he stares at the alpha above him. To let someone in while an omega crafts a nest... That's special. ]
[ Mydeimos stills, looking down at Phainon with a wide eyed expression. He leans down to kiss him, biting at his bottom lip. He pulls back a little, breathing harder. ]
My sweet omega.
[ it's more than he expected and he won't take it lightly. He pushes Phainon's shirt up, cupping his chest and squeezing as he kisses down to his neck again. This time he gives in to what they both want, biting the pale skin there. ]
[ The kiss drags more of that hot feeling out of him and he groans, reaching to stroke his fingers through the other man's hair, to anchor himself to his friend and sink into the pleasure without any further hesitation. ]
My alpha.
[ He means it, too, hips grinding up and chasing the feeling, cheeks a bright, flushed gold as he tries to push fabric out of the way. ]
[ he bites again and shamelessly gropes Phainon. Between the two of them, though, their clothes are eventually pulled off and tucked aside, leaving them bare. Mydeimos's cock is heavy, pressed between them even as he worries a new ring of bruises onto Phainon's neck.
His hand moves between his legs. ]
Do you want it like this, or should I roll you over?
[ The possessiveness makes him groan, wanting more and more of it - to belong to Mydeimos, to be owned by him, to be loved and cherished by him. He knows that this man would be the kind of alpha to be good to him, to be sweet and gentle and loving, to give him everything that he could want. His instincts cry for it, and it's hard for Phainon to ignore.
Leaning up, he tries to bite in return, fingers flexing to grasp and touch and hold.
Phainon opens his legs, baring himself completely. ]
Like this. I want to look at you.
i forgot to ask what he's rolling with so enjoy this vague tag and tell me if he has the phainussy
[ Mydeimos welcomes the bites, even if his body will heal them. He still bares his throat for Phainon all the same; how could he not afford this man the same trust he has earned through sweat and blood?
He turns his head to catch his mouth in another soft kiss, fingers trailing over the insides of his thighs. He avoids touching Phainon directly, instead trailing his fingers through the slick he's leaking and fluttering over his entrance. ]
[ Everything aches, everything makes him want to dig his nails in and grip, bite, hold on and never let go. Natural instinct makes him want to give in to Mydeimos, wants to bend to him, wants to take and take until there's nothing left for him to give. If Mydei was going to go out of his way to tease him, he might cry, might let himself whimper and whine and beg for more of it - but he resists the urge, licking his lips and baring his fangs.
His own fingers chase Mydeimos, touching his cheek, jaw, neck, anything that is within reach, eyes lidded and heart thudding too fast. ]
Mydei, don't... Please don't make me wait much longer.
[ He could tease - but another time, he decides. Phainon's already plenty wet, and who knows how long he's been in heat by this point. Instead, he finishes gathering the spilled slick and presses two fingers inside him, thumb stroking along the outside of his folds.
Mydeimos isn't so much of a brute to just shove it in without at least stretching him, even though he can smell the way that Phainon's body calls to him. ]
One minute.
[ He says it as a promise, thrusting his hand gently and rubbing his fingers against his slick walls. ]
[ It's been long enough that Phainon is painfully needy, wet and flushed with heat and want. Two fingers is good, incredible, even, but it doesn't feel like enough, not when there's the promise of Mydeimos' cock to satisfy him. Already, his hips are rocking, chasing the sensation, trying to take the touch as deep as he can.
Even if it hurts, even if it comes with an ache, Phainon thinks he can handle it. He wants it, no matter what. ]
I don't want to wait a minute.
[ Needy, he almost pouts, before it breaks into a soft, pleased moan. ]
[ Mydeimos chuckles, twisting his fingers a little to curl them upwards. He slips in a third on the next thrust. He presses his mouth to Phainon's collarbone, enjoying the sound of that moan. ]
You want to be split open that badly?
[ He drags his mouth down to his chest as he says it, biting at the muscle of his pectoral. Setting aside the desire to play with his chest more, he pulls his fingers out, reaching to grasp his cock and stroke it with the slick.
Then he sits up, pulling Phainon closer to him by the thighs as he spreads open his legs further, rubbing his cock against his cunt with a faint smirk. He doesn't offer more teasing words - instead he starts to press inside, giving a faint hiss at the clench of Phainon's body around him. His omega's body. ]
It feels as if this has been years in the making; as though from the first moment he had met Mydeimos he had been desperate to be filled with him, to take as much as he can get, be filled to the point of breaking. He had dreamed and fantasised about it, yearned and wanted, and now he burns with the need for more, breathless in his adoration.
In his previous heats, he had touched himself and called out this man's name. To finally have him, after all this time...
Wiggling his hips, Phainon does what he can to angle himself in the best way as the other man slides into him, pressing inside, so large and perfect. The stretch is real, he can feel it, a tentative ache, but no worse than a spar or a harsh fight. It's so much better than that: it's everything he could've wanted and more. ]
[ It's a point they've been heading to despite their attempts to keep things platonic. Mydeimos has always had eyes for only Phainon; has known Phainon can defend himself and yet will still leave him soaked in his scent from a spar.
If it wasn't this heat, it'd be another, or Mydeimos's rut. They made this decision with clear heads, though; he told Phainon of his want, and Phainon returned it. Now he gets to see Phainon like this; heat spiking, his cunt slick just for him.
Invited into his nest to take him.
Mydeimos growls - purrs, really - as he considers that thought, running his hands up to that trim waist and digging his fingers in. He thrusts in until he's as deep as he can go, giving him only a moment to adjust before he's pulling out and slamming back in again. ]
It rattles in is mind as Phainon rocks and chases him, tries to find a way to stop himself from making those low, base sounds that slide out of his mouth. He can't stop himself from hissing, from groaning as he lifts a leg to hook around his alpha, to try and keep him close and buried, to feel him rock into him harder.
His lover - lover! - is strong, and Phainon can feel that in the force of his thrusts, in the way that he pushes and fucks into him harder, shuddering through his delight. When he reaches up with his arms, he holds him close, whimpering and tilting his head, baring himself.
He needs this, craves this, wants to be nothing more than his, and he'll demand more and more of it until he's finally, perfectly sated. ]
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I'll give you something better. Now, and the next time.
[ His shy way of asking for a next time, even as he pulls the jacket free and pushes it aside, skimming his fingers up under his shirt and over Phainon's stomach. ]
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Next time, you can help me build it.
[ A confession as his muscles twitch, breathless as he stares at the alpha above him. To let someone in while an omega crafts a nest... That's special. ]
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My sweet omega.
[ it's more than he expected and he won't take it lightly. He pushes Phainon's shirt up, cupping his chest and squeezing as he kisses down to his neck again. This time he gives in to what they both want, biting the pale skin there. ]
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My alpha.
[ He means it, too, hips grinding up and chasing the feeling, cheeks a bright, flushed gold as he tries to push fabric out of the way. ]
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Yours.
[ he bites again and shamelessly gropes Phainon. Between the two of them, though, their clothes are eventually pulled off and tucked aside, leaving them bare. Mydeimos's cock is heavy, pressed between them even as he worries a new ring of bruises onto Phainon's neck.
His hand moves between his legs. ]
Do you want it like this, or should I roll you over?
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Leaning up, he tries to bite in return, fingers flexing to grasp and touch and hold.
Phainon opens his legs, baring himself completely. ]
Like this. I want to look at you.
i forgot to ask what he's rolling with so enjoy this vague tag and tell me if he has the phainussy
He turns his head to catch his mouth in another soft kiss, fingers trailing over the insides of his thighs. He avoids touching Phainon directly, instead trailing his fingers through the slick he's leaking and fluttering over his entrance. ]
i think we said yes phaidussy
His own fingers chase Mydeimos, touching his cheek, jaw, neck, anything that is within reach, eyes lidded and heart thudding too fast. ]
Mydei, don't... Please don't make me wait much longer.
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Mydeimos isn't so much of a brute to just shove it in without at least stretching him, even though he can smell the way that Phainon's body calls to him. ]
One minute.
[ He says it as a promise, thrusting his hand gently and rubbing his fingers against his slick walls. ]
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Even if it hurts, even if it comes with an ache, Phainon thinks he can handle it. He wants it, no matter what. ]
I don't want to wait a minute.
[ Needy, he almost pouts, before it breaks into a soft, pleased moan. ]
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You want to be split open that badly?
[ He drags his mouth down to his chest as he says it, biting at the muscle of his pectoral. Setting aside the desire to play with his chest more, he pulls his fingers out, reaching to grasp his cock and stroke it with the slick.
Then he sits up, pulling Phainon closer to him by the thighs as he spreads open his legs further, rubbing his cock against his cunt with a faint smirk. He doesn't offer more teasing words - instead he starts to press inside, giving a faint hiss at the clench of Phainon's body around him. His omega's body. ]
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[ And he doesn't want to wait any more.
It feels as if this has been years in the making; as though from the first moment he had met Mydeimos he had been desperate to be filled with him, to take as much as he can get, be filled to the point of breaking. He had dreamed and fantasised about it, yearned and wanted, and now he burns with the need for more, breathless in his adoration.
In his previous heats, he had touched himself and called out this man's name. To finally have him, after all this time...
Wiggling his hips, Phainon does what he can to angle himself in the best way as the other man slides into him, pressing inside, so large and perfect. The stretch is real, he can feel it, a tentative ache, but no worse than a spar or a harsh fight. It's so much better than that: it's everything he could've wanted and more. ]
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If it wasn't this heat, it'd be another, or Mydeimos's rut. They made this decision with clear heads, though; he told Phainon of his want, and Phainon returned it. Now he gets to see Phainon like this; heat spiking, his cunt slick just for him.
Invited into his nest to take him.
Mydeimos growls - purrs, really - as he considers that thought, running his hands up to that trim waist and digging his fingers in. He thrusts in until he's as deep as he can go, giving him only a moment to adjust before he's pulling out and slamming back in again. ]
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It rattles in is mind as Phainon rocks and chases him, tries to find a way to stop himself from making those low, base sounds that slide out of his mouth. He can't stop himself from hissing, from groaning as he lifts a leg to hook around his alpha, to try and keep him close and buried, to feel him rock into him harder.
His lover - lover! - is strong, and Phainon can feel that in the force of his thrusts, in the way that he pushes and fucks into him harder, shuddering through his delight. When he reaches up with his arms, he holds him close, whimpering and tilting his head, baring himself.
He needs this, craves this, wants to be nothing more than his, and he'll demand more and more of it until he's finally, perfectly sated. ]