[ Nikador's Lance, it's like those tales about poorly granted wishes. Now Phainon will stay in his rooms, but only because he thinks he's causing Mydei some kind of uncontrollable distress.
When Phainon's hand goes up, one hand lets go of his waist to catch it, fingers tight around his wrist. His expression looks angry; it's probably not clear it's directed at himself until he speaks. ]
No, this is -
[ He huffs out a breath. ]
It's not - ugh.
[ He slackens his hold a little before he finally manages to spit it out. ]
It's because I already want you that it affects me. That is my issue to bear, not yours. I should leave.
[ Phainon reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Mydei's wrist - perhaps dangerously, considering what is happening between them, but he can't stop himself. The urge is there, and the desperate instinct is burning through him and making him want to collapse to his knees.
[ Phainon's fingers wrap around his wrist in turn, a burning brand, and Mydeimos inhales sharply. A mistake, given his scent: the smell of something close to fresh bread blooms across his senses again, a sweet undercurrent due to his heat.
He tenses his jaw, but he doesn't miss what Phainon asks, and it makes him tilt his head down to look at him. This is not how he planned such a confession, but he does not shy from it. Instead, the hand at his waist tightens. ]
I want you. I've wanted you for a long time.
[ But the Flame-chase, their mutual duties, it's held him back. ]
[ It feels like an eternity, but the pause is only a brief flicker in time in reality. Phainon stares at Mydeimos and swallows, the instinctive urge to drop down and offer himself to the alpha in front of him making him feel utterly overwhelmed, an edge of desperation that he can't control. It's always been a struggle to resist some of his omega urges, and the situation doesn't feel as if it's improving with the knowledge that the man he wants also wants him.
Drawn close, he tilts his head up, stares, and tries to wrestle with himself. ]
... It's not a good idea.
[ But he leans in, leans up all the same, seeking and wanting. He doesn't stop and doesn't pause, his eyes dark and wide. ]
[ Phainon's scent grows thicker, and Mydei's matches it. His eyes watch Phainon carefully, his pupils wide as he inhales again. ]
Then you have me, Phainon.
[ A bad, bad idea, but he lifts his hands to curl them against Phainon's jaw and leans in to kiss him. It's not a slow kiss, Mydei pressing his tongue against the seam of Phainon's lips until he's let in, using his hold to drag Phainon against him. ]
Drawn close, held, tight against the solid body of the man he wants, Phainon can't imagine anything that might feel better. He groans into it, his scent exploding with want and desire, his fingers gripping at whatever scraps of fabric he can grasp at. He needs this, wants it so much, that a simple kiss isn't going to be enough, and when he breaks for air he whines. ]
[ Mydei answers with a pleased rumble from deep in his chest. It takes little effort to pick Phainon up; he'd throw him over his shoulder, but then he wouldn't be able to kiss and scent him. So he carries him bridal style, allowing Phainon access to his neck as he turns and strides out of the room.
Phainon's quarters are neither very far or very close. It means that the pleasant walk is too damn long, and he doesn't want anyone else to see Phainon this needy, either. He glares at people they pass who spare more than a glance for them - which is many. They are heirs, and Mydei is carrying the famed Deliverer like a maiden.
Eventually, they make it. He uses his hip to hit the lock on the door before he lets Phainon return to his feet, nudging their mouths together. ]
[ There's a momentary instinct to protest and complain, to say that he doesn't need to be picked up and carried, even if he had asked to be taken home. The quiet part of Phainon that thinks of himself as prideful beyond his omega status wants to walk himself home and prove himself at the same time - even if the part of him burning with heat is desperate for Mydei to continue.
As soon as they're behind closed doors, kicking off his shoes and leaning into the kiss, he feels more at peace. Back in his home is safe, and he's invited an alpha inside, brimming with a sense of satisfaction that just won't go away. This is what he had wanted for months, and he finally has the man he wanted where he needs him the most.
Grabbing Mydei's hands, he begins to lead him back to the second bedroom, where he builds his nests during his heats, the room flushed and flooded with his heat scent. ]
[ He knows Phainon is more than his second gender; has known it since the man fought him for ten days and ten nights, and then immediately agreed the Kremnoans should be let into Okhema despite a draw. He has strength and a good heart.
Mydei wants to take care of him - not because Phainon can't, but because he deserves to have someone do that for him. To cook for him and rub his back, the same person who will challenge him to get stronger.
(Who knows that eventually they will have to part.)
The heat scent makes him a little dizzy, and he presses his mouth to the back of Phainon's neck for just a moment, tongue dragging over the top of his spine. Then he leans up. ]
It doesn't need to be impressive. I'll like it because it's yours.
You've already charmed me, Mydeimos. No need to keep going.
[ Not that he's genuine in his complaints.
He's far too focussed on the press of a tongue on his neck, close to his mating gland, so close to what he wants the most. The desire to buckle and bend and let Mydeimos do whatever he wants is overwhelming, and his eyes flicker as he tries to muster his self-control and move forward, to not let go completely.
Slowly, he leads Mydeimos into the room and into his nest, tugging him over so they can settle inside it and get comfortable.
[ Mydei is tugged into the bed, gloves, greaves and all; he's quick to unstrap his gauntlets and set them aside so that he can touch Phainon without the bite of metal. The fact that his own scent lingers in here surprises him a little, and his eyes darken.
He nudges his nose against Phainon's neck again as his hands come to his waist, though he doesn't bite. Instead he speaks. ]
[ Phainon should probably be embarrassed that his nest spells so strongly of Mydeimos - there was no one else that he would've brought back here, so that would at least stop someone else being furious with him for the cross-scenting, but... It's not as if he would ever bring anyone else back to his room, not as if he could ever want for anyone else.
There's only one alpha he has ever wanted to spend his heat with.
Shivering under his touch, baring his neck, he swallows and tries not to fold immediately. It's hard. ]
[ 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. ]
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When Phainon's hand goes up, one hand lets go of his waist to catch it, fingers tight around his wrist. His expression looks angry; it's probably not clear it's directed at himself until he speaks. ]
No, this is -
[ He huffs out a breath. ]
It's not - ugh.
[ He slackens his hold a little before he finally manages to spit it out. ]
It's because I already want you that it affects me. That is my issue to bear, not yours. I should leave.
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[ Phainon reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Mydei's wrist - perhaps dangerously, considering what is happening between them, but he can't stop himself. The urge is there, and the desperate instinct is burning through him and making him want to collapse to his knees.
He never realised that Mydeimos might actually...
Shivering, he tilts his head up. ]
Say it again.
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He tenses his jaw, but he doesn't miss what Phainon asks, and it makes him tilt his head down to look at him. This is not how he planned such a confession, but he does not shy from it. Instead, the hand at his waist tightens. ]
I want you. I've wanted you for a long time.
[ But the Flame-chase, their mutual duties, it's held him back. ]
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Drawn close, he tilts his head up, stares, and tries to wrestle with himself. ]
... It's not a good idea.
[ But he leans in, leans up all the same, seeking and wanting. He doesn't stop and doesn't pause, his eyes dark and wide. ]
But I want you, too.
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Then you have me, Phainon.
[ A bad, bad idea, but he lifts his hands to curl them against Phainon's jaw and leans in to kiss him. It's not a slow kiss, Mydei pressing his tongue against the seam of Phainon's lips until he's let in, using his hold to drag Phainon against him. ]
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Drawn close, held, tight against the solid body of the man he wants, Phainon can't imagine anything that might feel better. He groans into it, his scent exploding with want and desire, his fingers gripping at whatever scraps of fabric he can grasp at. He needs this, wants it so much, that a simple kiss isn't going to be enough, and when he breaks for air he whines. ]
Take me home, Mydei.
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Phainon's quarters are neither very far or very close. It means that the pleasant walk is too damn long, and he doesn't want anyone else to see Phainon this needy, either. He glares at people they pass who spare more than a glance for them - which is many. They are heirs, and Mydei is carrying the famed Deliverer like a maiden.
Eventually, they make it. He uses his hip to hit the lock on the door before he lets Phainon return to his feet, nudging their mouths together. ]
Show me your nest?
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As soon as they're behind closed doors, kicking off his shoes and leaning into the kiss, he feels more at peace. Back in his home is safe, and he's invited an alpha inside, brimming with a sense of satisfaction that just won't go away. This is what he had wanted for months, and he finally has the man he wanted where he needs him the most.
Grabbing Mydei's hands, he begins to lead him back to the second bedroom, where he builds his nests during his heats, the room flushed and flooded with his heat scent. ]
It's not particularly impressive.
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Mydei wants to take care of him - not because Phainon can't, but because he deserves to have someone do that for him. To cook for him and rub his back, the same person who will challenge him to get stronger.
(Who knows that eventually they will have to part.)
The heat scent makes him a little dizzy, and he presses his mouth to the back of Phainon's neck for just a moment, tongue dragging over the top of his spine. Then he leans up. ]
It doesn't need to be impressive. I'll like it because it's yours.
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[ Not that he's genuine in his complaints.
He's far too focussed on the press of a tongue on his neck, close to his mating gland, so close to what he wants the most. The desire to buckle and bend and let Mydeimos do whatever he wants is overwhelming, and his eyes flicker as he tries to muster his self-control and move forward, to not let go completely.
Slowly, he leads Mydeimos into the room and into his nest, tugging him over so they can settle inside it and get comfortable.
It smells like him.
It also smells like Mydei. ]
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He nudges his nose against Phainon's neck again as his hands come to his waist, though he doesn't bite. Instead he speaks. ]
What of mine were you making off with, Phainon?
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There's only one alpha he has ever wanted to spend his heat with.
Shivering under his touch, baring his neck, he swallows and tries not to fold immediately. It's hard. ]
... One of your spare chiton.
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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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