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“He-hey, watch it!” His friend yelped as he flopped down next to him on the bed, laying on his stomach and cookie in his mouth before picking up the previously abandoned controller. “You’re gonna get crumbs all over my blanket, my mom’s gonna be pissed.”
“Do your own laundry then,” he responded, the cookie falling from his mouth as he spoke. “If you don’t want to learn, I am always more than happy to do your laundry for you whenever.” He dipped his head down to grab the cookie with his mouth but his friend got to it first. “Hey!” He looked sideways as his friend ate the rest of the cookie, licking his own fingers after some chocolate got on them.
The way those golden eyes looked down at him smugly right before their owner licked their lips made his heart want to try out for track and field. His friend, his best friend, was the only person who made him feel like that. “If you really want to be my wife, just say so.”
“You know I’d be your wife in a heartbeat,” he mumbled after turning to refocus on the game in front of him, which he then un-paused.
They had been friends for a long time, it’s the only reason he was allowed to even visit his house since they both hit puberty after all. Their parents implicitly trusted them, and he didn’t want to step on that trust, so he never acted on the way the blonde made his heart do marathons just by being next to him or saying his name or-
“Hey Khas,” the blonde moved to lay down next to him instead of sitting cross-legged as he had been moments earlier.
He didn’t pause the game, “yeah?”
“Do you mean it?” He felt the warmth of his body against his own, and he was desperately trying to focus on the game in front of him.
“Mean what?” He was sneaking through a difficult part of the weird hellscape of the game rated well above their age group before he felt him take the controller from him and hit pause.
“Hey!” He turned to grab the controller, “You know that's a ti-” he was cut off by the touch of his lips on his own. His brain blanked out for a moment, ‘was this happening? Was- what?’ He pulled back from him and grabbed the controller, un-pausing the game and trying to not linger on what just happened despite his body feeling like it was on fire. “This is a timed area, you jerk.” He pouted outwardly, trying to cover for whatever just happened. He wanted it to disappear because he didn’t want to lose the friendship they had.
“I know that,” the blonde leaned his weight onto him, leaning his head on he shoulder lightly. “Just wanted to know what you’d look like as a blushing bride, is all. Couldn’t quite work it out in my head, so I-”
He paused the game, set the controller down and raised himself up to his knees. “Maybe I should just go home.” He didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing his flushed face or watching him fall apart over the idea.
His friend pushed himself up as well, a hand found itself threading through white hair, a gesture that has been shared for years, but now felt like something else. “Please don’t.” He turned to sit facing him properly, eyes trained on the other carefully as he slowly returned to looking up at his friend’s face. His thumb caressed the area right by an ear, and as much as he wanted to lean into the touch, he felt like it would be crossing a line that shouldn’t be touched any further.
“I really, really should.” When blue eyes met his golden ones again, he saw something so pure in them that he swore his heart stopped, and his face must have betrayed that, because his hand moved so he could lightly trace his thumb over his lips. His touch was delicate, and he could hear his heart deciding that dubstep was suddenly a good vocation to suddenly take interest in, the thrumming of his pulse in his ears was so loud. His heart could not take this, hell, his underwear couldn’t take this. His mind was going blank and his mouth was going very dry. “I, I really think-”
“Would you be my girlfriend if I asked?” He cut him off mid-thought, his mouth dropped open.
“I-” he stammered, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Yes, he wanted to be everything important in his world, to be the one he woke up to in the morning, to be the one he could lean on when he cried, but-
He leaned in closer, his eyes were truly hypnotic. “If you don‘t want to, that’s fine, we can still be friends.” His thumb brushed against his lips once more before he leaned in slightly more.
His eyes closed. “Stop being a tease, Mydei.” His hands snapped up to grab the other boy’s wrist. “I know you don’t mean it, so could you just not?” He didn’t move the other boy’s arm, didn’t move to adjust how he was sitting either, he just barely opened his eyes to look at the boy whom he has slowly been growing attached to for years. The boy who had been there through everything with him.
Mydei leaned in closer though, face near the boy’s ear, “if I asked you to be my boyfriend? Would that work?” Mydei’s other hand was now pushing down on the bed next to Khas’s hip, causing him to lean into the blonde’s touch. “You won’t let me call you a boy in front of others, I know that, but you know I’ve known for a while, right?”
Khas turned to look at Mydei now, hands still holding onto Mydei’s wrist. “How did you-”
“How you flinch when people call you a girl. How defensive you get all the time about liking things like Silent Evil, saying that it’s ‘perfectly normal for a girl to like’, and how you’ve just stopped trying to impress people in general.” He saw through Khas like an open book. “I haven’t told anyone, I promise,” his golden eyelashes caught on the din of the sunset that was coming through the window. “I’ll do whatever you want, Khas. I want you to be the happiest person in the world.”
“Phainon.” The white-haired boy said quietly.
“Phainon?”
“Call me Phainon. Khaslana just isn’t…” he felt tears starting to well in his eyes.
“Phainon then.” Mydei’s voice was serious, and he adjusted himself again, wresting his hand gently away from the other boy’s grasp. “Phainon, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?” The question was quiet, and it was filled with absolute care.
The white-haired boy did start to cry. No one had acknowledged that part of him yet. He hadn’t even talked about it with anyone, not really. He hated being seen as a helpless girl when all he wanted to be was- not that. “But my mom-” he didn’t let himself finish, ‘she won’t let me come over if she knew we were dating.’ His heart hurt because he knew it to be true. If he even showed a little bit of sexual attraction to a boy his mom would likely not let him near the guy for fear of hormones possessing him. Unfortunately for his mother, he was only ever attracted to the one boy whose house he always visited. Whose house he spent the night at. Whose bed he shared casually since childhood. He fell in love with that boy and when he got his first period, it was while sleeping in that boy’s bed. His mother helped him out, and that boy didn’t judge him for a second, even giving him a change of clothes. That same boy made sure to keep clothes around that would fit the other in the event of it happening again. He never judged. In fact, he seemed to be driven towards brooding over Phainon, keeping others from harassing him, making sure he wasn’t in pain or that he was sleeping well. Really, he fussed over Phainon.
Both of Mydei’s hands found themselves on Phainon’s face now. “Phainon.” Golden eyes locked with blue, “I don’t care what your mom thinks. I’ll find a way to convince her to let you keep coming over here as often as you want.” Warm thumbs wiped away tears as they fell. “I promise.”
Phainon fought back a hiccup, he wanted to bury himself in a pillow, to crawl into the vent, to do anything, really, because he truly didn't know if he should say yes. He wanted to. He really, really wanted to.
“If it helps, I want you to be my boyfriend because I need a word for what we have,” Mydei looked away sheepishly. “I- I’m not saying it for s-sex or anything like that, I just want to be able to tell you that I love you and not feel like I’m destroying something that we’ve had for so long.” He didn’t look at Phainon during the confession, in fact, his hands moved to essentially hug himself. “I’ve seen how others look at you, and I hate that they see you like a piece of meat, and I just- I can’t stand it.” Tanned skin was flushing pink, “I want to be able to tell everyone to fuck off because you’re spoken for.” He scratched at one arm before looking back at Phainon, eyes almost teary.
Phainon flopped face-first into the pillow in response, his feet kicking up exaggeratedly. His response was muffled, “I wish you saw how everyone in school drooled over you and how jealous I am all the time because Cassandra in Psych keeps flirting and Kyle in Science has been handsy with you and I haven’t been able to think straight around you when we’re around other people so I am in the same boat as you I guess Mydei. Jealous as hell and I don’t know what to do about it because I don’t want anyone to look at you the way I do.” That’s what he said, but the muffled words were largely unintelligible thanks to the presence of a very high-quality pillow. ‘But I also wouldn’t mind if you touched me.’ His lower-half screamed out to be paid attention to. ‘His hands would feel so much better than my own I bet.’ He pressed his thighs together, hoping to make some of that ache disappear.
There was a knock at the bedroom door, “Hey, dinner’s ready, it’s pizza tonight.” Mydei’s mom said softly. “Oh, is Khaslana doing okay?”
Phainon, not lifting his face from the pillow, waved his arm dramatically at Mydei’s mom as if saying “I’m fine, but not hungry. Girl stuff, you understand.” Before mumbling something incoherent into the pillow.
“Okay, well, Mydei, I’ll bring you both up a plate then, if that’s okay. If she’s feeling off she doesn’t have to force herself to come downstairs right now.”
“Okay mom,” Mydei replied and Phainon could hear footsteps retreating down stairs.
“I gotta bathroom,” Phainon stood up and excused himself to use the restroom, not letting Mydei see his face. He splashed his face with water before looking in the overly-ornate mirror at his reflection. He should braid his hair when he has the chance, keep it out of the way. Thankfully, Mydei’s mom had helped him learn what products to use so his lightly wavy hair didn’t look like a frizzy mess all the time, but it still bothered him, he wanted to chop it off, but his mom probably wouldn’t let him, his dad definitely wouldn’t. Of course he had to have a hyper-conservative father who would probably flip his shit if he found out his daughter would have preferred being his son would probably drive the man to murder. His mother would likely be close behind. The only reason he was allowed to even spend the night at a boy’s house, again, is that they knew Mydei wasn’t going to make a move on their daughter. Phainon wanted to hide, but he knew he couldn’t do that, so instead he took a few deep breaths to center himself, rinsed his face again, washed his hands, and returned to Mydei’s room, where pizza was waiting for him along with sodas and slices of strawberry short cake.
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Mydei didn’t start eating until Phainon did, he watched as the boy, with his pretty lips and his fair skin took a bite of the home-made pizza, tucking hair behind his ear as he did so. “Do you need me to braid it again?”
The boy he liked nearly choked on his food. “Yes please.” His voice was quiet, ashamed that out of all the things he learned during his tenure as a young girl, braiding his own hair had not been a skill he had acquired. Mydei, however, greatly enjoyed braiding Phainon’s hair. He even held elastics on his wrist in the event that Phainon needed to have his hair braided on the fly. He had been called so many things because he would casually braid Phainon’s hair at school: gay, faggot, fairy, you name it, but none of it really bothered him. It bothered Phainon, yes, but it didn't bother Mydei because he was able to do something he liked with the person he adored and couldn’t bring himself to live without. This boy he loved to the moon and back was unique in every way. His body matured differently, but that was due to having a weird organ structure. His own mom had explained it to him when Phainon had gotten his first period, they weren't wholly sure it would even come. Phainon danced the line between boy and girl, and his body outwardly seemed to choose girl, while his heart and mind had chosen boy. He was admittedly curious what that all entailed, but he would not push that, not when all he wanted was to simply have Phainon forever at his side.
“There you go,” He tied off the braid with a flourish before going to eat his own food, watching how Phainon kicked his feet while enjoying good food. Mydei couldn’t help but look at those legs as he ate his own food. Phainon had worn shorts today, so they were on full display tonight.
“Did you wanna watch some anime after this?” He asked, “I finally got a hold of that out of print mech show we both wanted to see.” He smiled as he looked sideways at Phainon who was smiling now as he picked up the cake and dug a fork into it.
“Your mom makes the best food, you know that, Mydei,” he said, a small bit of frosting got on his nose. Cute.
“Did you want mine?” Mydei loved sweets to an unfathomable degree, that much was very, very true, but the look on Phainon’s face while eating this cake right now was more than worth the sacrifice.
Phainon looked at him and tilted his head like a confused puppy. “Why would I take your slice?”
“I was wondering if you wanted the strawberry,” Mydei swerved quickly so as not to make it weird.
Phainon’s eyes glittered. “Only if you don’t want it.”
“Here,” Mydei carefully picked it off the cake with his fingers and held it up to Phainon’s face, doing everything he could to resist wiping that little bit of frosting off of Phainon’s nose. His heart fluttered when Phainon actually ate the fruit directly from his fingers, going so far as to get the frosting that got on Mydei’s fingers. His breath caught. He was so fucked. He was happy his mom knew about how he felt about Phainon, and had promised to not tell Phainon’s weird parents about it. Even Phainon’s sister knew about his crush and had told him to ‘go for it, dude, my kid sib is smitten’ a handful of times. She was in college so she probably knew what she was talking about, right?
“I would like to, yeah.” Phainon said, licking his lips. “W-w-watch Doozy Bots with you!” He was red in the face.
“You’ve got-” Mydei couldn’t help himself, he had to get that frosting off of Phainon’s nose, so he swiped it up with a finger and licked it, the same fingers that Phainon had just licked, likely without thinking. “There was frosting on your nose,” his own face flushed as he watched the other boy’s reaction. He hopped off the bed and moved to grab the ancient DVD to show off the hilarious artwork on the cover.
The look on his face was priceless, “pffffffft! Oh that looks so terrible! I can’t wait!”
“Right?” Mydei quickly moved to put the disk in the player. The two of them had been avid believers in obsolete media, but Mydei was the one who had the money to be able to buy the devices and consoles. The day they found a Video Disk player they lost their collective minds, and they spent a good two weeks figuring out how to repair it without breaking it, making sure to modify it just enough so they could transfer whatever they watched to a digital, non-degradable format. Captain Blood was one of Mydei’s favorites and he made sure to get it on every possible format, and when Phainon had given him a copy on Video Disc, he NEEDED to track down a player, so they found one through concerted efforts. Same with the Laser Disc player, really. Finding the SD Freedom Fighter Gunboy OVA on Laser Disc made them both giddy. His mother was more than happy to enable this obsession, because it wasn’t drugs or anything dangerous.
They sat back on Mydei’s bed, resting back on the pillows, laughing at the absurdity of what they were watching.
Phainon laced his fingers with Mydei’s.
Even if he didn’t want to put a name to what they had, Mydei was happy that Phainon didn’t pull away, and in fact did the opposite, leaning in closer and falling asleep on his shoulder. Thankfully, Mydei had his phone nearby to message his mom.
Mydei:
Hey, mum, can you help get the light and stuff? Khas fell asleep on my shoulder.
Mum:
Sure thing, hun. I’ll be right up.
Mydei:
Thanks-
Mum:
🫶
Mydei let out a soft laugh. She used emojis all the time like they were confetti, Mydei found it adorable. He didn’t notice his mom in the doorway at first, he was too focused on Phainon’s hand that held his own.
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She took a picture of her son’s crush sleeping on her son’s shoulder. It was not lost on her that they were holding hands, either. She had already been upstairs when Mydei asked her to help with the light so she could grab the empty plates to replace with a plate of cookies.
She knocked lightly on the doorframe, and waved politely, pressing a finger to her lips miming that she would be as quiet as possible. She set the plate of cookies down gently on the nightstand by Mydei, before grabbing one of the extra blankets from the closet for them and carefully putting it over their laps, which Mydei adjusted, smiling in thanks as he did so. She collected the plates from their dinner, leaving the room briefly to set those on a bookshelf before going back in to get the DVD player, TV, and lights. She mimed a quick “good night you two” before closing the door most of the way, leaving the two 17-year-olds in the dark of Mydei’s bedroom, only a sliver of light left from the hallway, before heading downstairs.
She wanted Mydei to finally be able to confess to the girl. She honestly would do anything she could to facilitate her son’s love life. She was a single parent, and he was her precious son, she only wanted the best for him. Khaslana was just that for her son. She would do anything to make sure that Khaslana would be able to keep coming over since her parents were entirely too weird about their child remaining “pure” or whatever. They didn’t even like that she was a person who played video games and rode dirt bikes and did theater. She couldn’t wrap her head around parents who were so controlling, but she managed to somehow convince them that their daughter would be safe under her roof, but also that while Khaslana was in her house, she was subject to her rules… and Gorgo’s rules were pretty lax, which is why the two were allowed to do anything together.
They slept in the same bed, they took baths together when they were kids, they changed in the same room, they cooked together- they were inseparable, and who was Gorgo to get between them? Mydei’s concern when Khaslana got her period for the first time was incredibly adorable, and how he had begged her to make sure that there were enough supplies and extra clothes for Khaslana in the event that she needed them was so incredibly endearing. They were a couple in everything but name, and she knew how badly Mydei wanted to change that. She also saw how Khaslana looked at her son, they were so smitten with one another that she had no reason to think her son would be turned down.
Gorgo wasn’t an idiot, she knew that it was always a possibility for those two to just go at it.
So, to let her son and his date keep their dignity, she put in her noise-cancelling earbuds after she turned off his lights and put everything in the kitchen, turned on the podcast she was in the middle of, allowing herself to fall asleep to it. This is what she did every night Khaslana stayed over.
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Mydei brushed the hair out of Phainon’s face with his free hand.
The touch caused Phainon to move, shuffling in such a way that his chest was now pressed up against Mydei’s arm and a leg was now draped over one of Mydei’s, their hands still interlaced between the two, now underneath Phainon’s warmth.
‘Oh this is going to be a problem.’ Those shorts were going to be his downfall. They already barely fit Phainon because of his hips, but he knew that in this position- ‘Nope, nope. Not the time to imagine rubbing his hands against the soft bulge that lay between those legs.’ He knew vaguely, yes, how Phainon’s body had developed, but he wanted so badly to see and touch and taste. ‘Oh goddamn it Mydei, stop that, don’t get worked up over him right now! You can’t get up right now or he’ll wake up! Get your mind out of the gut-’
Phainon’s leg found itself between Mydei’s now, rubbing up against the already problematic situation, causing it to go from a small problem to a big problem in record time.
Gods, he was so happy Phainon turned 18 next week. He was so happy that he wouldn’t be subject to his bullshit parents anymore. He had even talked to his mom about it, and if Phainon wanted, he would have a home here without question. His own 18th was a few months from now, too. Being technically adults would make it easier, he figured, to be able to tall Phainon’s parents to fuck off and stop being so damn creepy.
What Mydei wasn’t prepared for, especially with the situation between his legs escalating, was that Phainon seemed to start grinding himself against Mydei’s thigh slowly, panting lightly in his sleep.
“Phainon?” Mydei’s voice came out a quiet squeak. “What are you doing?” As much as he wanted to pull away right now, he also very, very much liked this situation he was currently in. He was terrified of moving, as if moving might titillate further or do something that felt non-consensual because of the other boy being asleep.
“Nnn-” Phainon tended to speak in his sleep. “Mydei.”
Mydei’s heart was in the middle of running a three minute mile at Phainon saying his name in his sleep while panting and grinding on his leg.
“So good, mnn,” Phainon was drooling now.
Mydei could feel the fabric getting wet against his leg. Oh, he was so doomed. So, so doomed. Phainon was having a wet dream and using him as a way to get off.
Phainon’s free hand let go of Mydei, “more.”
Mydei had definitely never been in the same room as Phainon masturbated, and that was apparently changing tonight, even if it was while Phainon was asleep.
The wet sounds as Phainon touched his own body, the feeling of the drool and hot, panting breath on his neck, the fact that Phainon was still holding Mydei’s hand. Mydei was going to lose it, especially when Phainon angled his body to get a better angle. “So good, Mydei.” He leaned his own head backwards, and decided to put his free arm draped over Phainon’s back.
Choosing to give in to the requests of his sleeping crush, he turned his head to whisper into Phainon’s ear, “tell me what you need, love,” heart hammering at calling Phainon that out loud. “Do you need my hands on you, do you need my lips on you?” He nuzzled his nose into Phainon’s hair. He wasn't going to act on any of those thoughts while Phainon was asleep.
Phainon was breathing so heavily now, his hand had picked up speed and the sounds were becoming obscene, the smell was so incredibly enticing, “I need,” Phainon moved the hand that held Mydei’s now, “please,” Phainon bit down likely on Mydei’s shoulder. “Please touch me Mydei.”
Mydei froze in place, feeling like his breath was stolen completely. There’s no way Phainon was awake, right? RIGHT?
“Please Mydei,” Phainon pulled away from him ever so slightly so he could make eye contact.
‘Oh, Oh no.’ Phainon was very much awake. Phainon was very much awake and moving Mydei’s hand under the waistband of those tiny shorts. “Phainon I-”
“Please,” Phainon guided Mydei’s hand to touch something that Mydei had considered sacred. He was drooling still. “My hands aren’t enough, not when I want yours.” The labored breaths between words were more intoxicating than the feeling of Phainon’s sex.
“Will you be my boyfriend, Phainon?” Mydei asked, his free hand was on Phainon’s cheek. “I don’t want to do anything without that, I want to be able to kiss you and tell you how much I love you.”
Phainon adjusted himself again, pulling a hand out of himself and placing a hand on Mydei’s face, pulling him into a desperate kiss. “I said I would be your wife.” He pulled away lightly and pressed his slick-soaked fingers against Mydei’s mouth. “I love you so much Mydei.”
Mydei Licked those fingers, they tasted better than they smelled. He fought back a noise before he grabbed Phainon’s wrist so he could suck on the fingers, gold eyes locked with blue, his other hand lightly touching Phainon’s heat.
“Please,” Phainon closed his eyes, “please I need this.”
“It might be better if you’re laying down,” Mydei whispered, having a difficult time keeping himself from giving into his lust.
Phainon nodded before softly turning to lay on his back, also taking the initiative to wiggle his shorts off, allowing Mydei to see Phainon’s lower half for the first time in years. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He breathed out, tracing his hand over the uniqueness of Phainon’s sex without looking, slowly stroking along the soaked skin and seeking for what he knew was there. Phainon’s legs jerking slightly made him think he had guessed right. “You’re hard for me?”
Phainon was biting his lip, silencing whatever noises tried to escape his throat. He nodded dramatically.
Mydei leaned in to kiss Phainon’s neck as his hand languidly stroked the partially-developed cock. “How beautiful." He kissed all the way up Phainon's neck, “you’re so beautiful, Phainon.”
“Please,” Phainon grabbed Mydei’s wrist, pulling him away from that part of himself. “Inside, I need you inside.” He was breathing so heavily.
“Sure thing, love.” Mydei situated himself between Phainon’s legs so he had a better angle, his right hand teased a little bit before he slid his middle finger inside. Oh god he was not ready for that sensation. He wasn’t ready for the sound that came out of Phainon’s throat, and less ready for the sound Phainon made when he started moving his hand.
“M-more.” Phainon panted.
Mydei smirked, withdrawing his hand far enough to add his ring finger alongside before thrusting them deep inside once more.
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Phainon desperately wanted to have Mydei deep inside him, wanting more than just his hands. Mydei’s hands though, had already gotten him to have a few lighter orgasms. He wanted Mydei to make him scream with pleasure. He hooked a leg across Mydei’s back, he wanted to pull him in to at least use his mouth, taste him directly. Anything. He wanted Mydei to be as close as humanly possible. He gasped when Mydei added a third finger, he couldn’t help the noises that escaped his mouth. He suddenly stopped caring if Mydei’s mom could hear, [she couldn’t] and was moaning into every thrust of Mydei’s hand, which only got louder when Mydei suddenly decided to kiss the inside of his thigh, spreading Phainon’s legs further apart with his free hand before placing small, reverent kisses all along the inside of his thigh, to where the pelvis and hip meet, where he opted to leave a hickey. Phainon's hands quickly made their way to that gorgeous blonde hair he adored so much and got a hungry hum in response to the action. ‘How long has he wanted this?’ Phainon found himself thinking as Mydei took the hint, licking the piece of flesh that could barely be called a cock, looking him in the eye as he did so. “My- ah- dei~” Oh fuck were the sounds Mydei making obscene, but Phainon was very, very turned on by it all the same. He could only imagine how hard Mydei must be right now.
His internal question was answered almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind because Mydei gestured impatiently at his nightstand.
Phainon, half-dazed, looked in that direction, “cookies?”
Mydei laughed, hot air against Phainon’s sex sent shivers down his spine. “No,” He slowly removed his hand from inside of Phainon, resulting in a small whine for the loss. Mydei wiped his face on the back of his hand and leaned over Phainon, who could now feel exactly how excited his boyfriend was.”Phainon,” he was panting. Desperate. Hungry. “Can I fuck you?” He was breathing heavy into Phainon’s shoulder, “I-”
Phainon moved a hand to cradle Mydei’s chin, “kiss me first.” All of the blood in his body was rushing south, every touch was electric.
Mydei pulled off his own shirt, the handful of tattoos that his mom had paid for on his torso were beyond hot, he then wriggled out of his sweatpants, they were very much in the way. Mydei quickly leaned over to the nightstand, digging around for something that upon finding it he slammed the drawer shut and tore the thing open.
‘Oh, condom. Smart.’ Phainon kind of forgot those existed, but oh fuck how hot it was to watch Mydei put the damn thing on, hyper-focusing on his own, throbbing erection while desperate to be deep inside of him, inside of Phainon. He also, honestly, wanted Mydei to squeeze his tits, and his bra was getting uncomfortable. So before Mydei could go further, Phainon pulled his own shirt off, revealing his lacy black bra that barely held in his C cups that he didn’t know how he felt about, but Mydei’s eyes becoming laser-focused on them- oh boy howdy was that a look of a hungry man being shown a buffet. Phainon, for fun, pulled Mydei’s face and smushed him between his breasts, which got a hungry growl from the blonde.
“Take it off.” Mydei said, breathing hot against Phainon’s torso. “Please.”
‘Oh. oh yeah, I can do that.’ He arched his back just enough to unlatch the hooks in the back, and the second there was slack, Mydei pulled the damn thing off of Phainon, discarding it somewhere that would be found later before cupping a soft tit in each hand. Every touch was delicious fire through his body. As much as he enjoyed the sensation of Mydei playing with his breasts though, he desperately needed Mydei’s cock inside him. He hooked his legs around Mydei’s hips as if to prove the point. “Don’t get distracted, love.” Words punctuated with small noises of pleasure. His own hands drifted down to the heat of Mydei’s throbbing cock. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?” He lifted up his hips using Mydei’s hips as the leverage for the action, teasing Mydei with his hot, dripping pussy. “Don’t make me do it for you,” a teasing giggle escaped his own throat.
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Mydei responded first by kissing Phainon deeply, causing hips to drop as his fingers danced down Phainon's legs before sliding under sinfully pale knees and pushing them up and apart. “Let me know if I hurt you and I will stop.” He whispered, feeling his lover quiver underneath him before nodding.
“Mn-hmn.”
Mydei put his hands on Phainon’s pussy again, slipping in and out so easily now. The look on Phainon’s face was everything, he lifted those supple, pale hips to rest them on his own thighs briefly as he readied himself to finally, finally-
Phainon’s leg pulled on his, causing him to bottom-out in one smooth motion, the sudden feeling of Phainon’s walls squeezing his cock made him see spots. He held back from instantly cumming from that, sitting still so he could regain his composure, Phainon’s incessant wiggling was not helping in the ‘holy fuck I might blow my load in three seconds if he keeps this up’ department. So he grabbed those hips tightly enough to get him to stop moving. “Let me-” he pulled out slightly, hissing slightly as he did, “fuck you,” he slammed himself back in, getting a beautiful moan from Phainon, “properly.” He repeated the motion, head buried in Phainon’s neck, his own breathing heavy. He wanted to satisfy Phainon, his own pleasure was secondary. A hand drifted to Phainon’s cocklette, stroking him with fervor, desperate to make the one he loved so much lose himself in orgasm. When he felt Phainon’s legs start to shake he increased his pace, drawing louder and louder sounds from the other man’s throat.
Phainon suddenly wrapped his legs around Mydei so tightly he couldn’t move, his insides spasming, causing Mydei's own orgasm to follow. He gasped and panted into Phainon’s chest, desperately catching his breath before pulling out of Phainon, where he almost collapsed.
A light in the hallway turned on, alerting them both to the fact that they had absolutely just fucked with the door open, Phainon quickly hid under a blanket as Mydei stared like a deer in the headlights before the light turned back off.
His phone vibrated, which snapped him out of it.
Mum:
There are clean towels upstairs, don’t worry, I saw and heard nothing.
Make sure you both shower, okay?
🫰
Spare clothes in the normal spot.
Goodnight my little lovebirds~
Mydei slammed his face into his phone before showing the messages to Phainon, who took the phone from Mydei to type something before handing it back after he got a handful of quick responses.
Mydei:
Hey, this is Khas.
I’d like it if you called me Phainon if that’s okay
Thank you for letting me date your son.
Please don’t tell my parents
Mum:
Phainon, eh?
That’s a really cute name for a boy.
I like it.
🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
All your secrets are safe with me, and remember, the invitation for you to move in after your birthday is still open.
Your parents can eat shit.
They sat in silence for a few seconds before breaking out in laughter at that last text. Mydei’s mother not only accepted Phainon’s choice of gender, but also supported them totally fucking just now, no questions or chastising allowed. “We should absolutely shower.”
