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The events of the current day were unfolding truly too quickly for Phainon. Early in the morning he woke up completely convinced of the unrequitedness of his deepest affection for the professor, but closer to the evening…
Well, he found Anaxagoras in his office but in… rather compromising position. More precisely, there was not just one Anaxa there, but two, with varying degrees of well-being. While one of them, with a pale appearance and a much larger number of cracks shining like the starry sky, held on bravely and stood up, stretching his arms, complaining about the weak state of this body, the second one was hunched over the table, leaning one hand on it, and pressing the other to his mouth.
– I’m going to throw up.
– Just not on the carpet…
After some explaining about the failed alchemical experiment, Phainon found himself tightly surrounded by the attention of one of the copies of Anaxa – Cerces, as she introduced herself. The Titan of Reason communicated with him with the respect of a wise soul, asking the most awkward questions in such a gallant manner that even the answer to them seemed not an embarrassing splash of personal information, but a self-evident outcome.
It was while busy with this mind game that Phainon did not notice when he was deftly led into Anaxa's private chambers, and when exactly the three of them ended up on a bed that was slightly too small to fit them all. Cerces sat on the bed with her legs bent and unceremoniously pressed on Anaxa's chest, forcing him to lie down with his head on her lap, while Phainon himself modestly settled at the professor's feet.
– What the hell are you doing?! – the man immediately resisted, trying to break free from her grip, weakly raising himself on his elbows, but Cerces grabbed his palms with hers and with a light push knocked him back onto her lap.
– Don't make noise. Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, there are things you don't know. Things you should know.
Anaxa tried to stand up with renewed zeal, cursing, but Phainon only moved a little closer to his copy, peering into the familiar features of his cracked face. The scientist had rarely looked so relaxed and at peace, with the look of a man who knew everything and was therefore relieved of worries. After all, what was destined to happen would happen anyway. Anaxa himself looked almost healthy, if you didn’t count the weakness of his skinny body. His left eye was still there, and there was no gaping star-shaped hole in his chest. Still insanely attractive, if you asked Phainon.
– There are blind people in this world who don’t take into account other people’s feelings. But there are also those who, in addition to others’ hearts, also ignore their own one.
The blue eyes widened in surprise as Phainon took in what he had heard. Anaxa cried out, “I told you to stop !” and after another futile minute of struggling, he fell limply onto Cerces’s lap, turning away in disappointment. One of her hands continued to hold his, her thumb gently stroking his knuckles, while the other was extended to Phainon.
– I can take you to a place you’ve only dreamed of being.
The white-haired man hesitantly extended his hand in response, and she gently guided it to Anaxa’s flat stomach. He flinched and flexed his muscles at the touch, puffing up his cheeks even more in his wounded pride. Large fingers slid over the silk fabric in careful circles, caressing and soothing.
– It was sad to watch from the sidelines, how you were drawn to each other, but both of you stubbornly refused. Well, if the world's design yearns for me to create and strengthen this bond, then I dare not refuse, – Cerces' tone exuded the power and authority she currently wielded, – In his dreams, on lonely nights steeped in worldly desires, there was always a place for you.
– Shut up, damn it, I don't even want to hea–
Phainon did not allow him to continue throwing poisonous phrases, interrupting Anaxa with a trembling kiss. After a simple touch of lips, the indignation did not stop: the man exhaled into Phainon's mouth and tried to push him away with his hand free from Cerces's grip, but the man only pressed his palm tighter to his chest, in which his heart in love was beating like a hunted beast. The professor soon gave in, relaxing, and the first soft moan escaped him as soon as Phainon deepened the kiss. Anaxa's lips were moist, pleasant to the touch and very pliable when he was not pretending to be Titans-knows-what.
Skinny and fragile, he fit so comfortably in the white-haired man's hands, like he desperately wanted to be caressed and cherished. Anaxa did not take care of himself beyond a decent appearance, often skipping meals until he fainted from hunger, sleeping at a minimum level and spending almost no time on himself. Probably, half of his food were eaten by dromas, if not even more. Cerces leaned over him, her kind gaze seemed at once surprisingly stern and unyielding.
– It’s time to stop running, Anaxa.
– Anaxa …
Phainon could not contain the adoration in his own voice one bit. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of his neck, stroking Anaxa’s tense sides with his hands. The muffled sobs gradually gave way to deep sighs, and the scientist even threw his head back and exposed more skin to the kisses. Light, teasing bites quickly left reddening marks behind them, sharply contrasting with the pale skin, but the shade soon returned to normal. Cerces began to unbutton Anaxa’s clothes, and Phainon patiently helped her, listening attentively to the instructions. As soon as the scientist was left in only light trousers, indignation flared up in him again, although he made no attempt to actually stop them.
- Stop this farce.
- Oh, of course I will allow you to let go of the one whose arms you have dreamed of all this time.
Anaxa snorted angrily and turned his gaze to the slightly hovering Phainon. He greedily examined the naked torso in front of him, his fingers hesitantly hovering over the vulnerable, uncovered skin. Spitting out a short curse, he pressed Phainon's hand to his chest, immediately shuddering from the hot touch. Cerces hummed approvingly to herself and tightened her grip on his hand she held in hers as his anchor.
The overly gentle caresses felt on the verge of tickling, Anaxa wriggled and twisted, trying to get away from it, but no longer voiced threats out loud, instead biting his lip. Phainon frowned and stopped touching him, not wanting to force him.
– He’s not angry at you, Phainon, but at himself. He’s never been seriously angry at you. There’s not much left.
The white-haired man pressed his lips to the beating pulse point on his neck and reverently inhaled the scent of his lover. A slight hint of floral oils, some reagents and the scent of Anaxa himself, difficult to recognize behind previous ones. Phainon gently bit his earlobe with his teeth, and the professor cried out desperately, his hips jerked, and his chest shook from a sharp exhalation. Phainon continued kissing him, going lower and lower down his neck, not missing a single spot that made Anaxa hold his breath.
– No matter how much you want to hide from this, you won’t succeed, Anaxa. Simple human needs will not leave you, even if you ignore them. I know what you crave .
Phainon kissed his way down to collarbones, pressing his lips against the thin skin. The bones jutted out so painfully that he mentally swore to himself to personally monitor Anaxa and his diet from this day on.
– To be loved and cherished.
He took Anaxa’s hand and kissed his lean shoulder and the sensitive bend of his elbow several times, where all the veins were painfully visible.
– To be listened to every sound from your lips.
More kisses landed on his thin wrist, in the same gentle grip of Phainon's palm.
– To have your hand held in your best and worst moments.
The latter - on the knuckles of his fingers, which Phainon held with careful trepidation, looking at Anaxa as if he had been waiting for him all his life.
– To be treasured like a fragile jewel.
Tiny tears gathered in the corners of Anaxa's eyes, and Phainon immediately cupped his face in his hands, wiping away the unwanted moisture with his thumbs. The scientist pressed his cheek to his palm and closed his eyes, sobbing softly. He turned more comfortably and spread his legs apart, wrapping them around Phainon's waist and pressing his pelvis against his stomach. Cerces lit up with delight for a second and contentedly stroked Anaxa's shoulder. His soul had been ripped open, and now he desperately needed it to be kept safe and reverent.
The white-haired man ran his hands smoothly over his lover's body from his neck to his hips, then froze tensely. Should they really do this in front of someone?
– Cerces, are you… going to be here... the whole time?
– Are you shy? You could barely handle him without my help, and I'll find out anyway. Is there a potential difference?
Phainon blushed in embarrassment, his grip on Anaxa's thigh tightening slightly. Well. That didn't help matters.
And... What should he do now?
– You two are just awful, – Cerces turned to the table and began rummaging around until she found a metal closed box with some kind of thick contents, which she handed to Phainon, – Can you figure out what's next by yourself?
Phainon nodded hesitantly, lowering the blushing scientist's pants and underwear. A hard length dripping with transparent lubricant was an unexpected surprise for him. Proof that Cerces' words were not empty, and Phainon's influence was enough for his lover to become truly aroused. The man moved back slightly on the bed and lifted skinny hips with his strong hands, first kissing the snow-white skin, and then tremblingly clasping Anaxa's dick with his lips.
- So hot-... M-mh! – the scientist sharply arched in the grip, almost twisting himself. Cerces sighed and decided to shift him more comfortably: she tucked a pillow under his lower back, and she pressed Anaxa to her chest, hugging him with her arms. Trembling fingers clutched her palm, seeking grounding, while Phainon continued to caress and lick the sensitive flesh of his lover with all his zeal.
In this new position, Phainon found it more comfortable to lower himself, placing Anaxa's soft thighs on his shoulders. He would not have preferred any other place in the world to be. The trembling legs that squeezed his head as soon as it became too pleasant, protecting Phainon from the whole world and it was so easy to forget everything between them. To exhale warm air onto saliva-covered skin, causing Anaxa to cry out, lick the head modestly several times, and then swallow the cock completely again, easily placing it in the heat of his own mouth.
– Do you see, Anaxa? Would a person who does not care about you try so hard to please you?
The white-haired man gently crushed the member in his mouth with his lips, briefly ran his tongue under the head and gently stroked his hips with his broad hands. The scientist sobbed and kicked every now and then, breaking into guttural moans and complaints, and the tense length in his hot mouth twitched with genuine despair.
– Now you can, Phainon.
Reacting to the simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar voice, he opened the metal can by touch. The thickness warmed up surprisingly quickly on his fingers, so he hurried to put the tips to the convulsively contracting hole. Сerсes tirelessly whispered words of praise to Anaxa, how well he was doing and what a huge path he had already come, but the tension in the professor's body did not disappear. From the very attempt of Phainon to insert a finger inside, Anaxa contracted even more.
Releasing the length from his mouth and swallowing excess saliva, he cast a short glance at Cerces. She silently nodded to him and helped Anaxa settle into a half-sitting position so that it would be more comfortable for Phainon to lean towards him.
– You are so wonderful. I never doubted you for a second, but this? You exceeded my wildest expectations, – Phainon gently kissed him behind the ear, stroking his cheek with a clean hand.
– Pha-Phainon... I can't...
– No one's rushing. We can stop here if you want, or I can spend the whole night between your legs. You will do whatever you want to me.
- ...Whatever I want?
- Anaxa?
Anaxa pounced on him, clinging to his shoulders with both hands with fury. Phainon chuckled under his breath and got away with the words "wait for exactly one second", during which he threw off his shirt and pressed the scientist to his naked torso. He continued to complain about how unbearably hot Phainon was, but his muttering into his broad chest was barely audible.
– Dig your teeth into my shoulder harder. If you bite through the skin, it's okay. And you can scratch me too, if it gets too much.
Anaxa did as he was suggested, and Phainon resumed carefully stroking his hole. Narrow and tight, it gave in so reluctantly that a knot of fear of hurting him twisted in Phainon's chest. However, the fact that the scientist was clinging to him did make things a little easier, and a minute later his index finger was already three phalanges inside.
– You never cease to amaze me today, I'm so glad.
With the smooth sliding of the lubricant, it became much easier to push inside him and relax the tense muscles. Phainon maintained an almost perfect pace, not confusing Anaxa, so that he knew every second what would happen next. Cerces hugged him from behind during gentle frictions and exhaled hotly in his ear.
– Ready to take one more?
Anaxa nodded, not letting go of Phainon's shoulder with his teeth, and he began to carefully spread the entrance a little more. Cerces' hand lay on the scientist's lower abdomen when she decided to continue her instructions.
– Now turn your fingers and push up.
After Phainon had carried out the order, Anaxa clenched his teeth until there was blood and let out a muffled scream into bitten shoulder. He was drooling and muttering something unintelligible while Phainon continued to persistently rub and torment the spot in his insides, the stimulation of which was driving the scientist crazy. Even the pain from the bite and the nails digging into the skin faded into the background while Phainon felt his lover's trembling and desperate moans with his whole body.
He waited patiently and tried to find the right angle that would bring Anaxa to the edge, but after minutes of persistent attempts, Cerces stopped him. Phainon, wrapping his arms around the weakened body of the scientist, examined him: his eyes were filled with tears, a trickle of saliva mixed with Phaynon's own golden blood was flowing from the corner of his lips, and his expression was so broken, as if they had been here since the day before yesterday.
– Slow down for now, he's overheated and too nervous.
The white-haired man chuckled thoughtfully and settled back between Anaxa's legs, while Cerces once again placed him on her lap. One of his hands was once again clasped in her palm, and with the other she gently stroked and sorted through his silky mint-green hair. Having waited until his breathing finally evened out, Phainon lubricated his length and placed the tip at the squeezing entrance.
– Breathe, Anaxa.
Immediately after these words, Phainon began to gently enter and the scientist convulsively inhaled too much air. Cerces continued to stroke his head and console him, while Phainon's hands delightedly touched Anaxa everywhere he could reach. When the professor's gaze was able to focus on him, Phainon grabbed his face with his hands and whispered, looking straight into his eyes:
– I adore you. I love you.
As Anaxa got used to the penetration, his voice blossomed into the sweetest moans, caressing the ear. Phainon still took his time, afraid to cause any discomfort to his lover, and soon a close semblance of the usual commanding gaze returned to Anaxa's face. Oh, how he liked to get into trouble.
– Is this really all you can do, Phainon?
Smirking haughtily at such impudence, Cerces put her hand under Anaxa's lower back and slightly lifted his pelvis, shifting them both with this effort.
– Show him, Phainon.
Getting a better grip on the scientist's legs, he began to crash into the warm insides at a new angle, and Anaxa's face immediately lost any hint of complacency. More tears of overexcitement poured from his eyes, his hair completely disheveled from how hard he shook his head. He looked so broken and yet so beautiful. Desperately clinging to Phainon and then to Cerces with his hands, he sought relief that did not come.
– You’re a good boy, Anaxa, hold on a little longer.
Phainon’s hand grabbed his dripping dick, which drew wet stripes on his stomach, and after a few swaying, Anaxa was finally able to cum, immediately squeezing inside like a vice. Phainon groaned, muffled from the almost unbearable feeling of tightness, and spilled inside the scientist, barely holding on to the weight so as not to plop down on him.
– Um… I’m asking a little at the wrong time, but… Cerces, do you need…?
– Me? Oh, no, you’ve found a way to please a woman. But, next time I would watch something more… extravagant.
Phainon bowed his head like a confused dog, and Anaxa, having recovered from his sudden bed exploits, snorted and raised himself on his elbows, trying to stand up.
– Go to hell, all of you. I can’t stand you .
– Well, he definitely liked it.