[ 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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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. ]