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“Let’s do another round! On me!” Phainon exclaimed while returning to the table with four shot glasses of clear liquid sloshing around. Miraculously, not a single drop spilled, and Phainon placed one glass in front of each person.
“Are you sure? Phai, you seem a bit red already,” Hyacine asked out of concern. Phainon slumped into his seat, bumping his shoulder heavily into Anaxa.
Anaxa felt his brain begin to vibrate between his ears from the excessively loud bar music, and Phainon bumping into him made him tch his tongue in annoyance. “You should slow down,” Anaxa said, “How many have you had? Six?”
“Seven!” Phainon gloated, “This one’s eight.”
Castorice gave Phainon a soft look, “We’re celebrating your graduation, so I can understand your enthusiasm. But please think about how you’re going to get home…” Castroice trailed off, looking around the table at the others. Anaxa sighed, rotating the glass in front of him.
Phainon leaned onto the table, “What was that? I can’t hear you.”
“This is your last drink, okay?” Hyacine yelled straight in Phainon’s direction.
Phainon perked up at the word drink and held his glass up in the air, “Cheers, everyone!”
The rest of the group downed their drinks with less enthusiasm.
Anaxa felt the familiar burn of liquid slide down his throat, and did not react in a wince, unlike the others at the table. He brought his gaze to the side of Phainon’s face, observing him as Phainon jumped into a story about how someone tripped on their way onto the stage during convocation. Phainon’s face was flushed, and his eyes were slightly unfocused, but his mouth still talked with as much vigor as usual.
The music began playing a more upbeat song from a decade ago. Phainon heard this and immediately stood up, rattling the objects on the table. Anaxa steadied the glass in front of him.
“Let’s go dance!” Phainon did not give Anaxa any time to react before dragging him out of the booth by the elbow.
Anaxa did not put up much of a fight, knowing that Phainon’s strength, especially when intoxicated, rivaled a thousand wolves. Anaxa let himself be dragged onto the dance floor.
Phainon began dancing to the beat. The floor became more crowded as more people, enthused by the familiar song, joined in. Anaxa stood relatively still as Phainon rambunctiously bumped him around, accidentally elbowing strangers and stepping on people's toes. From the corner of his eye, Anaxa could see Hyacine and Castorice observing them. Anaxa glared at them, hoping to communicate: This stays between us. Hyacine simply gave him a thumbs up.
Eventually, the people around them began to get annoyed by Phainon driving elbows into their sides. Just as Anaxa was about to drag Phainon back to their table, a man dressed in black with the words Security on his chest approached them.
The security guard clapped a hand on Anaxa’s shoulder, “Sir, we’re going to have to ask you and your friend to-”
Phainon suddenly stood between the security guard and Anaxa. “Stay back!” Phainon turned his head to Anaxa, “I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”
It took a lot to embarrass Anaxa, but he was beginning to feel his face heat up as the people around them formed an observational circle, like they were animals in a zoo. Anaxa fisted a hand into Phainon’s shirt, “Let’s go home ,” he said sternly.
Phainon did not register Anaxa’s words. “He’s taken! Happily! By me!” Phainon yelled. Some girls near them giggled and whispered to each other. Anaxa could make out Hyacine and Castorice pushing through the crowd to get to them.
“We’ve been together for two years now!” Phainon looped his arm over Anaxa’s shoulders. Half a year, Anaxa thought, officially.
Phainon faced Anaxa, holding his face and leaning in, “We’re very happy together and will get married-”
Anaxa smacked his palm into Phainon’s face and pushed him away before their lips made contact. Anaxa hoped the lighting on the dance floor was dim enough, because his face was redder than Phainon’s now.
Hyacine waved her hands at the security guard, sheepish smile on her face, “We are so sorry, we’ll take him back home immediately!” She turned to Anaxa, “Professor, please take him home now ,” She yelled under her breath.
Before Anaxa could respond, Phainon slumped against Anaxa’s back, draping his arms over the shoulders. Phainon began rubbing his cheek against Anaxa’s temple. “A-” a hiccup, “-naxa, are we going home? Our home? Or your home?”
Anaxa started walking towards the exit as fast as he could with Phainon still draped behind him like a cape, Phainon stumbling to keep up but refusing to let go. “You need to get yourself together and start walking properly, or I’m dumping you on the side of the street.”
A mistake. Phainon heard the word dumping and held on even tighter. His words came out as a wail, “No! Don’t leave me! I thought we would be together forever.”
Shoving through the exit doors of the bar, Anaxa turned Phainon around and pushed him against the wall in the street. He then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the oncoming headache. “I won’t leave you,” Anaxa tried to explain calmly. He knew he needed to calm Phainon down so that he could walk on his own. If Phainon passed out, or worse, threw a fit and clung onto him like dead weight, Anaxa would actually have to consider pitching up camp in the middle of the street for the night. “Let’s go home, okay? To your place, since it’s closer. I’ll lead the way, just follow me.”
Phainon was still pouting, fingers having found their way to tug at the bottom hem of Anaxa’s shirt. Anaxa took one of his hands and interlaced their fingers. “I’ll hold your hand the whole way,” he said, giving Phainon’s hand an extra pat.
With this, Phainon stood up straight and beamed. “Let’s go!”
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The walk home pleasantly surprised Anaxa, as Phainon was extremely well behaved, like a giant, well trained dog on a late night walk. He walked steadily on his own, and only let out an unprecedented “Woohoo!” one time, when he ran across the crosswalk with only three seconds left to cross.
Anaxa realized too late, that he had internally celebrated too early when they entered Phainon’s apartment. Anaxa began taking off his sweater, because his sleeves had accumulated stray splashes of various drinks, and doing so revealed the sleeveless halter top he had been wearing underneath. He was turning around to make sure Phainon had taken his shoes off when he was immediately pressed against the back of the door.
Phainon’s hands gripped Anaxa’s biceps, thumbs digging firmly into the insides of his arms, almost tickling his armpit. He shoved his nose into the crook of Anaxa’s neck and slowly dragged it up to hover under his earlobe.
“Are you proud of me, Anaxa?” His breath felt hot against Anaxa’s neck, and smelled heavily like liquor, “I graduated,” A knee wedged its way between Anaxa’s thighs, “Which means, I can call you mine all I want now.”
The heat radiating off of Phainon’s body, combined with the pressure against Anaxa’s crotch, was starting to make Anaxa dizzy. The drinks he had tonight were not enough for his head to be spinning, Anaxa thought. “Is this why you were so happy tonight?” He trailed his fingers through the hair on Phainon’s temple, “Usually, you have better control over your alcohol. You know you’re lightweight.”
Phainon shivered when Anaxa cupped his cheek, nails lightly scratching his scalp. “I waited years for this,” He leaned into Anaxa’s hand and closed his eyes, “From the time I first saw you walk into the lecture room.”
That was nearly five years ago now , Anaxa thought.
“Do you know how excited I was when you finally agreed to start seeing me outside of class?” Phainon leaned forward again, pressing a sloppy kiss to Anaxa’s mouth, “I wanted to scream and tell everyone, but I agreed to keep things secret.” He kissed Anaxa again, pulled back, and licked directly over Anaxa’s still slightly parted lips.
“It would have been very inappropriate,” Anaxa defended. Phainon’s knee was pressing harder now, and Anaxa found himself involuntarily grinding down. He could feel his crotch growing damp. “You were still my student at the time.”
Phainon moved his hands to Anaxa’s waist, the size difference so significant that his fingers touched in the back. “And then half a year ago, when you finally agreed to be my boyfriend, on the condition that we waited for me to graduate before being public about it.” He pulled Anaxa closer and drove his thigh up more. Anaxa groaned, the friction against his clit making his toes tingle. “I almost went crazy with happiness.”
“I wanted to give you the motivation to not delay your graduation any longer,” Anaxa was finding it difficult to speak without being interrupted by his own gasps now.
Phainon gripped the backs of Anaxa’s thighs and hoisted him up, slotting himself between Anaxa’s legs. Anaxa crossed his ankles behind Phainon’s back. The door handle was digging into Anaxa’s side, but he ignored it in favor of interlacing his fingers behind Phainon's neck and pulling him into a kiss. Phainon immediately eagerly returned the kiss, knocking the back of Anaxa’s head against the door.
Anaxa tugged on Phainon’s hair so their lips would part, “Let's go to the bedroom,” he muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to Phainon’s jaw, “You can show me how happy you really are.”
Phainon no less than ran to his room. He placed Anaxa down on the bed, one hand cupping the back of Anaxa’s neck and gently laid him out. Despite his intoxication, Phainon was still excessively gentle, more gentle than Anaxa would prefer.
They parted briefly so that Phainon could take off Anaxa’s shirt. Anaxa tried to tug the other’s off but Phainon had Anaxa caged in his arms, licking and kissing all over his collarbones. His mouth traveled to the front of Anaxa’s shoulder, and Anaxa reflexively pinned his elbow against his side to avoid being tickled. Phainon caught his elbow and moved it to the side, diving nose-first into Anaxa’s armpit.
“Don’t-!” Anaxa tried to squirm away, but Phainon’s grip was firm and he drew in a deep inhale, savoring the musk that had accumulated there over the course of the evening, before tongueing the crevice.
Anaxa seized up and giggled involuntarily, which only spurred Phainon on further, stretching Anaxa’s arm to the side to gain better access. Anaxa batted uselessly at Phainon’s shoulder, trying to push him off. Phainon easily ignored the swatting and formed a suction with his mouth and sucked , causing a scream to leave a tortured mouth and a gush of wetness to pool down below. “Stop! Phainon- ah! Let me go- hah…uhn.” The licking resumed and Anaxa was gasping for air, left breathless from gasping and giggling. He was beginning to feel lightheaded, body going lax, surrendering to the torture.
Deciding he’s suffered enough, Phainon’s mouth trailed down his chest, littering it with bites and red suction marks that would certainly be visible the next day. Anaxa let out a mewl when a mouth closed around his nipple and sucked. Phainon worked one nipple between his teeth while rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Anaxa’s hips hitched upwards, seeking more pleasure. Phainon moved a hand down to cup against his mound, feeling the wetness begin to form through his pants.
Anaxa was panting now, his nipples raw and puffy. “Phainon…” He began, but Phainon knew what he needed. Letting go of his chest, Phainon dragged his tongue down Anaxa’s midline and probed his bellybutton while unfastening his pants. With his pants discarded, Anaxa’s panties were doing a disappointing job of containing the slick that was forming between his legs.
“So naughty, professor,” Phainon mumbled, nose pressing into Anaxa’s clit through the thin panty material, “You wore lace to celebrate your student’s graduation?”
Anaxa groaned in humiliation, unable to find words to defend himself, “Shut up, just-” He was cut off by Phainon licking his cunt through the material. Phainon pulled the panties to the side with a thumb and started licking directly on Anaxa’s folds. Anaxa moved to bite the back of his hand, muffling the next moan that came out of his mouth. He had expected tonight to end up with them in bed, as most of their nights together do. And if he chose the lace panties that just so happened to be Phainon’s favorite pair, who could blame him?
“Just what? Do you want to come, professor ?”
“Don’t call me professor,” Anaxa wheezed out, but his body betrayed him, thighs tightening around the other’s head.
Anaxa’s moans were getting louder now, barely contained by his knuckles pressed between his teeth. Phainon sucked hard on his clit and Anaxa’s back arched off the bed. Phainon reached up and grabbed Anaxas wrist, prying it away from his mouth. He interlocked their fingers and pressed Anaxa’s hand into the soft mattress.
“You’re not my professor anymore, so there’s nothing to hold back now, right?” Phainon said, before plunging his tongue deep into Anaxa’s cunt. Anaxa had his eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure, but he knew Phainon was smiling when he said that.
Phainon moved back to sucking on Anaxa’s clit and replaced his tongue with two fingers in Anaxa’s cunt. Anaxa was unprepared for the stretch despite his cunt being familiar with the girth of Phainon’s fingers. He was so slick that they slid in with ease, and Anaxa bucked his hips and moaned loudly in pleasure. Phainon began thrusting his fingers in and out, creating a sloppy, wet sound that only motivated Phainon to move faster.
He stuck a third finger in and crooked all three while giving an extra hard suck to Anaxa’s clit. Anaxa moaned even louder, body writhing, simultaneously trying to get closer and pull away.
“Wait-” Anaxa tried to warn, “If you keep doing that, it’ll be messy.”
Phainon let go of their interlaced fingers and pressed his hand into Anaxa’s lower belly, creating a pressure so strong that Anaxa’s toes curled. Anaxa knew there it would be hopeless to stop Phainon now, he could only mewl and moan in pleasure.
“Ah- Phainon, I’m so- Ah,” Anaxa squeaked out, “So close.”
Hearing this, Phainon increased his ministrations; the sound of Anaxa’s pussy squelching was so loud that his moans were being drowned out. When he sensed Anaxa’s body tense up, he sat up and pulled out his fingers to flick Anaxa’s clit rapidly. Expression hazy but eyes never leaving the other, Phainon leaves a few hickeys on the inside of his thighs before leaning down, “I know that this whole time, you loved it when I called you professor .”
“N- ah!”
A stream of liquid to squirts out of Anaxa’s cunt, soaking Phainon’s face and the front of his shirt. Anaxa was gasping, toes curled and legs flexed, moans escaping between breaths of air. Phainon kept rubbing Anaxa’s clit through his climax until Anaxa kicked his chest in an attempt to stop the overstimulation.
Phainon kissed the inside of Anaxa’s thigh and looked down at his sloppy cunt, cock harder than ever. Anaxa’s folds were glistening, panties completely soaked and transparent. Droplets of water dripped down Anaxa’s thighs, disappearing behind the curve of his ass. Phainon couldn’t help but rub his thumbs against Anaxa’s folds, pulling it apart, admiring the way his pussy still gushed out more slick and clenched around nothing, begging to be filled with something bigger.
“Uhn,” Anaxa knew, at this point, that pleading wouldn’t work, so he brought a leg in to press his foot against Phainon’s clothed cock, “Take off your clothes, they’re gross.”
Phainon, having momentarily forgotten about his own pleasure, groaned and rutted his cock against the sole of Anaxa’s foot. He kept the pressure steady while Phainon unbuttoned and stripped out of his shirt. Anaxa’s toes curled around the hem of Phainon’s boxers when Phainon slipped down his pants, agonizingly dragging them down to wrap around Phainon’s erection through the fabric.
Anaxa started smirking when Phainon started rubbing himself against the foot pressing against his boxers, but his victory was short-lived. Phainon grabbed Anaxa’s ankles and pressed his legs up until his knees touched his chest. Caged in a vulnerable position, Anaxa could only moan as Phainon started kissing Anaxa’s neck while slipping the rest of the way out of his clothes.
Threading his hands through Phainon’s hair, Anaxa screamed when Phainon’s cock breached his folds. No amount of preparation is ever enough to comfortably take Phainon’s girth, but the copious amount of slick Anaxa produces makes the slide easy. Phainon cock hits Anaxa’s cervix before he’s able to bottom out, and Anaxa throws his head back, moaning, squeezing his eyes shut in both pleasure and pain.
Phainon begins thrusting at a ruthless pace, giving Anaxa no time to adjust. Phainon cups Anaxa’s face, bringing their gazes together. He groaned when they made eye contact. Anaxa knew that his own face must be as flushed as Phainon’s, debauched expression a contrast to his usual stern one. Phainon brought his unfocused gaze down to Anaxa’s mouth, where moans were punctuating each exhale. “You’re so hot, such a slut, so beautiful” Phainon moaned out, then licked a bead of sweat off the side of Anaxa’s cheek, “I can’t believe I have you in my bed.”
He crushed their lips together while snaking one arm underneath Anaxa’s lower back, bringing their hips closer, hitting even deeper inside. Anaxa’s moans were nearly screams now, feeling Phainon’s cockhead breaching his cervix with every thrust. He wanted to retort back, technically, he wasn’t a slut, he’d only been with Phainon the past few years, but found that he couldn’t form any words that weren’t a squeal or a moan.
Anaxa’s head was beginning to blank out, and he could only focus on anchoring himself by tugging on Phainon’s hair. Each tug made Phainon let out a delicious groan of his own, and drive his hips even deeper into Anaxa.
“Phainon, wait, ah,” Anaxa started to turn his upper body away, “let’s switch, my back h- ah!”
Phainon turned him back by the shoulder, pinning both of Anaxa’s wrists above his head in one hand, the other hand firmly gripping his hip. “No, please,” He leaned down, kissing Anaxa’s face all over, his neck, his ear, back to his mouth, “I want to see you.”
The brutal pace resumed and Anaxa felt the entrance of his cervix begin to bruise. Phainon let go of his hands to sit up, both hands on Anaxa’s hips, pulling him onto his cock over and over. Anaxa felt exposed like this, he knew Phainon could see everything. The way his pussy was clenching around Phainon’s cock, pulling him back in. The way his hair matted on his face, cheeks and ears red, moaning so whoreish that they were sure to get a noise complaint the next morning. The way his belly bulged with every thrust, the imprint of Phainon’s cock clearly visible in Anaxa’s lower belly.
Anaxa could only grip the pillow next to his head, pussy squeezing around Phainon. Phainon’s pace began growing more erratic, and he brought a thumb to rub against Anaxa’s clit. Anaxa felt his legs going numb from pleasure, nerves tingling in his fingers and toes. Within seconds, Anaxa climaxed, squirting slick and liquid all over where they were connected, some splashing back onto his own stomach.
Phainon didn’t stop, keeping the same pace. The additional slick allowed Phainon’s cock to breach Anaxa’s womb now, each thrust pushing him deeper, until his hips met Anaxa’s ass. Anaxa was only able to let out quiet mewls now, with some wait- and slow down- and it’s too much mixed in.
Phainon gave one last thrust, coming deep into Anaxa’s womb, some overflowing to coat Anaxa’s walls and dribble out. Even then, he gave a couple more thrusts, fucking his seed as deep as possible into Anaxa.
Phainon pulled out and rolled them over onto their sides, cradling Anaxa’s head against his chest. He thought Anaxa had fallen asleep, the way his body was limp and his eyes shut, dried tear stains on the corner of his eyes. But Anaxa curled up against him, one hand in a loose fist on Phainon’s chest. Anaxa turned his head slightly to press a kiss to Phainon’s chest, and Phainon pressed one to the crown of Anaxa’s head.
—
“Oh wow! What happened last night? The sheets are a mess.” Phainon sat up in bed, woken up by the sunlight streaming through the blinds that were left open last night.
Anaxa squinted his eyes open, the first thing in his vision being Phainon’s hair illuminated in a fuzzy white halo around his face. His body ached all over, and it’s entirely possible they went for more rounds than Anaxa can remember, he thinks, if the extra bruises on his hips are anything to go by. Phainon, on the other hand, seemed full of energy.
“You got drunk,” Anaxa mumbled, voice hoarse and barely audible. He pulled the covers up over his head to block out the sunlight.
“Right, we went out last night,” Phainon tried to pry the blanket off Anaxa’s head, “Did you have fun?” The blanket was pulled further down, revealing the bruises over Anaxa’s chest. Phainon gasped, “Did I cause a lot of trouble?”
Anaxa reached up to push Phainon away with an index finger against his forehead, letting out a defeated sigh, “If you let me go back to sleep, I’ll forgive you.”