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All things considered, Anaxagoras supposed that he should commend his other self for finding such an exceptional student like Phainon. Of course, he needed a little bit of tempering here and there but overall—it was easy to grant him full marks.
Eager to please and satisfyingly quick to learn.
“Nngh…too much…!” Anaxa gasped as he lay splayed out over his office table, the vulgar sound of slurping echoing sinfully across the otherwise silent office. Those exposed pale, trembling shoulders were tinted pink, a little shiny with sweat while his bare legs were slung over broad shoulders—framing a familiar white mop of hair already buried within that small space between his teacher’s thighs. “P-Pha-hah-hainon…ah…”
Slender fingers that were used to flutter around either papers, pens, or their masterpiece of a gun were now digging almost too tightly to Phainon’s white hair, the full strands bunched up messily in the crevices of his hands. Elsewhere, both their cloaks and pants were messily discarded on the floor, hastily taken off as soon as Phainon had arrived as promised.
Anaxagoras hummed approvingly from beside Anaxa’s disheveled form, legs already parted to give way to his own fingers curling in periodic moments in his own pussy to create a persistent simmering throb of pleasure. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, tinged with a kind of honeyed approval that seemed to run a faint shudder through Phainon’s broad frame. “Good boy, Phainon.”
Phainon has always been the model student.
“Fu-uck, Phainon not there p-pleas—nngh,” Anaxa almost whimpered, expression flushed in delirious pleasure as he arched his back, pink-tipped toes curling tightly as he finally reached the apex of his pleasure when the lascivious sounds of slurping frantically increased in frequency. “I’m going to cum get back get ba—ahh!”
A little too exuberant at times, yes.
“Professor.” When Phainon finally lifted his head—instantly responding to the faintest of tugs from Anaxa’s grasp on his hair before he was released—from where he buried himself to drink in all the mess that he was responsible for, his pupils were blown with barely suppressed desire. From his kneeling position before them, they could see the slick of Anaxa's taint cover his red, reddened mouth and just a little lower, was the impressive tent in his pants, the area already damp and dark despite his impressive show of self-restraint. “Please, can I?”
But his earnestness had more than made up for it.
“Oh let me help you, Professor.” Anaxagoras’ breathing turned ragged as Phainon’s eyes were quick to focus on his fingers moving in practiced movements inside his already dripping pussy, quickly raising a hand to slip in between his shiny, pink folds. Lightning raced through his spine as Phainon easily reached his favorite spots, his earlier edging abruptly catapulted into a steadily increasing intensity until it all reached a mind-numbing crescendo of pleasure.
“Nngh!” Anaxagoras trembled as a rush of slick and fluids soon soaked his and Phainon’s hands, internally tsking at the amount of fluids that he had expelled compared to Anaxa’s as he held out his drenched fingers for Phainon to latch on to. That would have to make do for an early clean up, for now, he supposed.
Under the bright overhead lights of Anaxa’s office, Anaxa seemed to finally catch his breath then, lone eye returning to its familiar sharpness as he surveyed Phainon’s tension-filled frame to Anaxagoras’ languid figure, radiating with satiation and smug satisfaction while Phainon obediently nuzzled the now cleaned up hand.
“Still not allowing him?” Anaxa questioned, one of his feet coming to idly palm the prominent bulge, ignoring the flinch and then low hiss from Phainon as a pair of red eyes stared at him in dry amusement.
“Did he earn it?” Anaxa’s lips quirked at the abrupt twitch from Phainon’s restrained cock, despite the pliant expression on his face.
It was a recent thing that they had learned about Phainon, the preciously earnest thing that he was.
The clear tent in his pants was never touched ever since they started their special after class session, and for all that Phainon was quick to grasp and learn the rules that they had imposed over him, nothing gets him off faster then when he’s being discussed so…candidly like a toy to be played with.
Bright-eyed, earnest and helpful Phainon, who loved nothing more than to relinquish his own self-control for them and only them alone.
Anaxagoras had been utterly delighted, and Anaxa wasn’t too far off despite his initial surprise.
“Phainon,” Anaxa hummed, one hand coming to tenderly cup his cheek as Phainon’s hazy gaze turned to look up at him. “Have you been very good today?”
“I did, Professor.” Phainon was quick to respond, tone utterly supplicant and pleading as Anaxagoras let out a low, drawn-out chuckle. “So, can I? Please?”
In response to such a heartfelt request, they both spread out their legs in clear invitation. Anaxagoras’ cunt was still steadily leaking the fluids that he didn’t bother to clean up, the beautiful fleshy pink lips framed by a small tuft of wet pale green hair. Meanwhile, Anaxa’s pussy was slightly swollen from his previous service, his folds a little loose but similarly dripping with arousal as two pairs of mismatched eyes looked down at him in varying shades of indulging amusement.
Phainon’s gaze, if possible, darkened even more as he swallowed, staring at the beautiful sight before him with a hungry gaze that he didn’t even think he was aware of.
The of them shared a knowing look, already knowing his decision even before they made the offer.
“Take your pick,” Anaxagoras purred to Anaxa’s languid, “So choose, Phainon.”
And like clockwork, Phainon seemed to make a desperate noise, as if despairing, before he made his choice.
He surged up to capture Anaxa’s mouth in a filthy kiss, drawing out a muffled moan and then a gasp as he ruthlessly shoved his fingers deep inside his folds while his other hand came to rest in the slender dip of his clothed waist. Phainon pulled Anaxa close to him then, quickly freeing up his cock to rub against that weeping slit as he rutted wantonly towards him.
“Nngh, ah!” Anaxa broke the kiss abruptly as electricity raced through his spine, back arching when firm, calloused fingers pressed on that small nub hidden in underneath the pink hood. Damp lips came to nibble at his neck, marking their student’s very first bite since they started this session. “Pha—hahnng!”
Phainon stroked his clit until he was squirting yet again, the clear, slick fluid decorating his own twitching cock like lube as Anaxa jerked before he cried out in sheer pleasure. His pussy was twitching from the aftershocks, but he was barely catching his breath when that thick, hardened length started to nudge his drenched opening in clear purpose.
“So eager,” Anaxagoras panted at the sinful picture before him, eyes the color of crimson curving wickedly before he grabbed a hold of Anaxa’s chin before dragging him for an open-mouthed kiss.
At first, Anaxa instinctively resisted before realizing who was beside him, relaxing as he returned the hungry fervor with equal competitiveness. Saliva dribbled down at the corner of their lips as their tongues entangled with each other, a cacophony of wet noises emanating from their reddened lips until Anaxagoras swallowed the frustrated moan coming from his other self with satisfaction when he sucked on his tongue in a teasing taunt.
All the while, they were being watched by Phainon’s burning stare.
Having made their eager student wait long enough, Anaxagoras finally lifted a finger, detaching himself from Anaxa in succession—just in time for Phainon to grab a hold of his waist and snap his hips forward in a near, animalistic violence, sheathing himself in one, fluid motion inside Anaxa’s wet, and searingly warm folds until the tip pressed heavily over to his cervix.
His legs were thrown back again over Phainon’s shoulders, but the change in angle allowed him to thrust deeper inside as Anaxa’s cunt engulfed his engorged cock in wet, slick heat. Anaxagoras felt him grow wetter at how easily Phainon manhandled Anaxa as if he was just some sort of service toy, his own fingers dipping back in his cunt just barely satisfying him as he watched the two them with a hungry look.
“Phainon!” Anaxa keened at the sudden intrusion, the pleasure making his vision white out from the overwhelming peak before he came back to himself, held securely in Phainon’s grasp while his student fucked him through that brutal orgasm with soft pants, punctured occasionally with grunts that made the tips of his ears flush an alluring shade of pink.
He always did like a little roughness, even if it took a long-time to train their student out of his instinctive hesitation.
“So tight and wet—hah, Ahn-Anaxa,” Phainon grunted, the tip of his cock hitting in deeper and deeper to that tight, opening to his womb. Anaxa made to get away, trying to push Phainon a little back, only for it to end up in futility as Phainon persistently tried to nudge that closed ring—as if oblivious to the waves of torturous of pleasure that he was bringing to his own teacher without giving him any space to breathe. Phainon sounded so utterly intoxicated, lust and arousal corrupting his earnestness into something filthy and sinful under their hands. “Nngh, I want to get deeper, P-Profess—oh…”
His already unforgiving rhythm soon pushed Anaxa into another orgasm, nails coming to scrape prominent gouges across his office table as he tried to grab on to some purchase before static filled his ears.
“S-So close, Pro—nngh,” Phainon growled, hips stuttering for a moment while he frantically chased his own peak, uncaring of Anaxa’s whimpers as overstimulation made each thrust feel like his nerves were electrified. The way the tip of his cock kept hitting his cervix seemed to be amplified after he came, the jolts of pleasure making him feel as if Phainon was really going to fit himself into that opening in ways he had never thought possible. “I—Profess-ohr I’m going t-to…”
“Fill him up Phainon.” And like the dangerous enabler that Anaxagoras was, he pressed down on Anaxa’s neglected little clit, moaning in spite of himself at the expression of sudden panic as his other self had cried out at the violent explosion of pleasure before squirting on top of that thick cock pistoning in out of him in increasingly jerky rhythm. “Nngh!”
Phainon muffled his moan as he finally reached his peak, hips stuttering before stilling as his back went taut in pleasure, shoving his cock as deep as he could inside his teacher before hot cum filled that twitching channel. What he couldn’t hold, had slipped outside of his abused cunt—still fluttering around Phainon’s spent cock as if it couldn’t get enough.
“Good boy, Phainon,” Anaxagoras purred as he roughly grabbed a fistful of that dazed little mop of white hair, bringing him in for a filthy kiss. His hand came to scratch temptingly at Phainon’s perineum, satisfied at the small flinch and brief stillness from him, allowing Anaxagoras to suck his tongue.
Phainon seemed to harden (judging by Anaxa’s protesting mewl from where he lay supine across his office table) inside Anaxa’s abused pussy almost instantly, and when their lips parted, Anaxagoras looked at that blown out stare with a shiny, spit-slicked reddened lips. “Ready for me, puppy?”
“Yes, please.”
Carefully, Phainon extricated himself from Anaxa’s cum-filled pussy, leaving his cunt gaping emptily into the air before that slick cock soon had Anaxagoras sinking down on it with an approving moan. Anaxa, for his part, tsked his eyes at their sight, but the way his fingers instantly came to plug his cunt to keep all that cum inside while watching belied his true feelings.
“Greedy,” Anaxa said, but there was no true malice as he met that mismatched eye. “You could have at least let him catch his breath for a moment.”
“You know how insatiable our puppy can be when he—ahn!”
“I can still satisfy both of you equally—nngh, Professor Anaxa-ah-goras,” Phainon assured, as if he wasn’t setting another quick pace that left Anaxagoras into a trembling, moaning mess this time. His earnestness would have been endearing, had it not been due to him holding his other teacher in place while slamming his hips over and over again deeper into Anaxagoras’ cunt.
“Of course, pu-ppy,” Anaxagoras assured, mewling as Phainon hit his sensitive spot over and over again with an impressively cruel accuracy. “You’ve been so—ngh! Good, ahhh…!”
Anaxa smirked, not at all sympathetic to his current situation.
They learned it quite the hard way that Phainon tended to prove himself (and his stamina) whenever one of them proposed a few moments of rest, especially when he’s still deep into his puppy mindset for their session. Anaxagoras’ accidental bite to Anaxa’s bait would have to be paid back soon enough, but only after he survived their puppy’s eagerness.
“I’m going to—ohhh!”
The lewd squelch as Anaxagoras squirted on Phainon’s drenched cock seemed to drive the younger man over the edge, pace growing frenzied as he wrenched at least two more orgasms out of Anaxagoras, the latter’s toes curling in absolute bliss.
“Phainon—nngh, please,” Anaxagoras keened, the overstimulation of that thick cock pushing deeper and deeper into that forbidden ring that led to his own womb. “You’re so big ahn…going so deep, Phainon—ungh!”
His breathing hitched when he felt a small, familiar fingertip ghosting on his own clit, largely ignored even with Phainon’s deep thrusts.
Anaxagoras’ eyes met Anaxa’s, and he felt it—before the word, payback, registered in his mind.
“Ahhh!” Phainon’s pleasured hiss carried a smidge of pain when his cunt clenched too tightly for him to move, Anaxagoras’ eyes growing hazy as he squirted violently at the deliberate pinch of his clit, a new wave of fluids spurting to Phainon’s cock and then more, irreversibly soaking his pants into utter ruin. He almost couldn’t bear it, as rippling waves of ecstasy forced him to relinquish any of his inhibitions to succumb in such sinful pleasure. The surface of the table felt incredibly drenched, but he could barely muster enough coherence to glare at Anaxa for this petty revenge.
“Professor,” Phainon, knowing that Anaxa was the cause, had taken to running a hand up and down over Anaxagoras’ back as if to soothe, obediently waiting for him to loosen up as Anaxa tilted his head up for an open-mouthed kiss.
“Finish up, puppy,” Anaxa murmured when they separated, a smirk playing over his lips as Anaxagoras involuntarily whimpered when Phainon started to thrust deeper into him once again. “He also likes it rough.”
The two of them couldn’t truthfully say that they are not the same, because there are some aspects of themselves that are just so utterly similar—but there are also some glaring differences that only time can separate so clearly.
Anaxa could never exist without Anaxagoras, just as Anaxagoras always existed before Anaxa.
But in this case, they both hold the same depraved desires, and Phainon was only always so happy to comply.
“Fu-uck you, hahnn,” Anaxagoras cursed, but there was a significant lack of heat in his tone as he lost himself to the rhythmic squelch of Phainon’s cock slamming powerfully deep in him, aided so well by his own slick. “I’m c-close, ah, Phain…nngh!”
“Almost there, Teacher,” Phainon grunted, using the sweat sliding down his temples to slick back his hair and, “nng, too tight!”
He looked utterly corrupt, the exposed forehead framing his face into a sharper expression that highlighted the emotions in his deep blue gaze, full of nothing but pure, dutiful focus in satisfying them while also chasing his own high. This eager student that Anaxa had been endeared to, was now completely turned into a beautifully wanton pup that was more than happy to please.
“I’m going to—ahhnn!” Anaxagoras cried out, voice utterly wanton as his pleasure reached its zenith, a large wave of fluids coming to gush out of his abused cunt while Phainon gave one last, deep thrust before filling him up with thick, warm cum. What couldn’t be held by his cock had overflowed and then joined the already slick mess over the table, and the unmistakable musk of sex warmed the atmosphere inside the office.
Anaxa too, pushed himself over at the edge, thumbing at his clit before cumming once again with a loud moan, adding further to the entire mess.
For a moment, the silence was punctured by pants as they struggled to catch their breaths.
“Phainon.” Anaxa was the one who called him first, tone gentling as Phainon inclined his head in response from where he had buried his face in Anaxagoras’ neck. “Speak up.”
“M’fine, Pro’essor.” Was the quick response, but the heavy slur in his voice belied his own utter bliss and pleasure during their session.
“Is he…?”
“Thankfully limp,” Anaxagoras snorted, tilting his head slightly as Phainon continued to suck and nibble at his neck with small, humming noises. “But I don’t think he still wants the session to end.”
At that, Anaxagoras smirked faintly when the cock inside him seemed to twitch in interest.
“I still have papers to grade and exams to copy,” Anaxa deadpanned, before pausing. Phainon lifted his head up by then, and the expression that he had seen was probably enough to waver from his initial stance. “Phainon.”
“Just one more,” said student promised, like he wasn’t going to break them in a few minutes. Possibly even less.
“Still defiant?” Anaxagoras taunted, as if they both didn’t know the relatively loose bottom line that Anaxa had when it comes to this particular student.
“One more and nothing less,” Anaxa warned, and Anaxagoras could only chuckle before it tapered off into a moan as Phainon rutted excitedly against him.
Looks like their eager student still wanted to earn a few more…credits, it seems.
Truly such a model student.