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Mydei growls, boots falling heavily on the path as he makes his way towards the unassuming house. He has one favourite person at the moment, and that is Cyrene, for informing him where exactly that man is hiding.
Really, did he think Mydei wouldn't chase him?
The letter burns a hole through his pocket, carefully folded in its home for the past week ever since he found it slipped under his door.
He would have come sooner, but the urge to punch him was simply too strong.
Now? Now Mydei just misses him. More than he thought possible.
Pausing, he rests against the lamppost, cold metal digging against his spine as he looks to the end of the street, to the single lit window that marks where Phainon resides.
He pulls out the paper one more time. Let it be fresh in his head while he confronts that idiot.
‘My dearest, my love,
I'm sorry it has to be like this. I'm sorry I didn't have the strength to tell you in person. The truth is, Mydeimos, I'm a very weak man.
You are not, and you deserve better than a fool like me. You're strong, you're smart, and you're so beautiful it takes my breath away. You have a whole life ahead of you, and as much as it pains me to say it, it would be one better off without me.
I love you, more than I could possibly have predicted I would. I like to think you loved me back, but maybe it's better if that wasn't the case.
Regardless I…’
And so on, before the bastard has the nerve to write the sweetest and most damning of sign offs.
‘It’s a date, Mydeimos.
I just wanted to say that one last time.
Farewell, my love.
Yours, even after parting, Phainon.’
The paper crinkles, a slight tear forming on the previously carefully held paper. It doesn't matter, this isn't the only thing left of his lover anymore. After tonight, he shall drag that man back by the stupid collar around his neck if he has to.
Mydei considers himself to be a rational man. However, his damned husband decided on a whim to leave, taking all the belongings he could carry, with only a note?
Let's just say, he should count himself lucky Cyrene had ratted him out. If Mydei had to wait much longer, there's no telling what he would have done.
He steps forward, note shoved into his pocket with a huff.
It's a nice neighbourhood, quiet. Wide gardens stretching between each building offering nice privacy.
Mydei hasn't the slightest clue why Phainon owns a property here, but it's the least of his concerns now.
Passing by another house, this one nearly obscured from view by the thick jungle of bamboo and purple shrooms, he finally reaches the address.
It's peaceful, quiet. The grass is medium length, the bushes occasionally trimmed. Probably not often visited, perhaps by a gardening service?
Low maintenance, perfect for a hidey hole for a runaway.
Honestly, why did he ever marry a man with such strange tendencies.
Even as he thinks that, a spike of pain stabs through his chest.
How could he not marry the one man to ever make his world feel stable. The one who stood by his side, held his hand as Mydei faced down his father, won his freedom from the corporate world. The one who held him at night as he cried, after his friends funerals, the one who Mydei could tell fond stories of his mother.
The one who would run his hands through Mydei's hair, and promise that he would fight the very gods to never leave Mydei's side.
The man he loves, and the man who holds so many demons inside. Who still flinches at the sight of fire, who still expects the worst.
And as he swore in their vows, Mydei shall fight those demons with him. Physically, if he has to.
The door is locked, and he certainly doesn't have a key.
Mydei glares, for only a brief moment. Sure, he could waste time hunting around the common spots that spare keys are kept. Is it under the bland grey plantpot? The basic ‘welcome’ mat? Which of these default, plain decorations that contain nothing of his husband's vibrancy should he shatter.
He shakes his head, gnawing at his lip as he eyes up the door itself. A flimsy barrier, and not one that he will allow to stand between him and his love.
Hopefully the neighbours aren't watching.
With a crash, his boot lands firmly at the centre of the door, knocking the wood off it's hinges as it lands in a light poof of dust in the hallway beyond.
No more wasted time. Mydei walks in, immediately running up the stairs to locate that singular lamp.
The first few doors yield nothing, dark empty rooms.
But the third?
Mydei nearly stumbles, hand still clenched on the knob of the door he'd carelessly thrown open.
Phainon….
The room is lit by a single lamp, soft yellow lighting bathing his beautiful radiant love in its glow. Phainon is in a single bed, asleep sitting up with a blanket loosely covering his legs. His reading glasses nearly fallen from his nose, and a book tumbled to the ground beside him.
The wedding ring shines polished on his hand, reflecting Mydei's soft eyes as he quietly approaches.
He takes a look at the book, and immediately regrets it.
Phainon was looking through their photo album, the memories of their first dates, their engagement, wedding, honeymoon. All their successes and happy days, and a fair few of their sad ones.
Mydei smiles as he flips the page, thumb stroking over the immortalised tears on his past self's face as he was spanked. He remembers that day, cumming harder than he ever had.
The next page, their day out at the beach.
And the next, a beautifully angled shot of him spread out on his love's cock.
Mydei sighs fondly, ever grateful to his partners care in preserving their time together.
It's almost enough to make him forget why he's here.
A soft sound draws his attention, as Phainon shifts.
Even in his sleep, he knows Mydei is there, subconsciously reaching towards his warmth.
Idiot. Why run away.
He swings the bag off his back dropping it at the end of the bed before pulling out the coil of soft red rope inside.
Phainon is and always will be weak to him, so he doesn't resist as Mydei carefully loops the restraints around his wrist and neck, taking his time with the patterns to arrange them just as he likes. His love's tendency to sleep naked works in his favour now, the signature red contrasting so beautifully against his bare skin.
Once Phainon's upper half is securely bound, Mydei swiftly removes the blanket, only to stop as his lips part slightly.
Of course he's hard. Thick cock standing proudly as a small bead of precum leaks from the tip. Mydei can't help but run the pad of his finger over it, smearing it over the head until it shines in the light. His finger runs further down the shaft, until it reaches a familiar glint of metal.
Mydei does adore these piercings, how they catch and torment at his rim. He's glad Phainon agreed to get them despite the man's hesitance about piercings down there.
And now he has three, all because it made Mydei happy.
Time to put them to use once more, after all his hole aches after a week of neglect.
He grabs the final two items from the small sack. A bottle of lube, and a thick blindfold.
First, he takes Phainon's sight from him, the man slowly starting to wake up as all the jostling finally breaks through the haze of sleep.
“Nngh, mmf, wha-?”
“Shut up.”
A sudden stillness from the body underneath him, as Phainon visibly pales.
“Mydei…? Mydei is that you?”
Phainon didn't give him the grace of walking out in the daylight. Mydei will return the favour by blatantly ignoring stupid questions.
Perhaps, there are still enough of those oft acclaimed braincells in that thick skull to understand other methods of communication.
Straddling him, Mydei grabs the letter once more before crumpling it into a loose ball. As Phainon opens his mouth to speak once more, it's promptly shoved in as a makeshift gag.
“Do you know what that is? I think you do. Nod or shake your head.”
A pause, and Mydei can see Phainon's tongue shifting along the paper, soaking it and irreversibly ruining the carefully penned words.
He nods.
“And tell me, Phainon. Do you think it was a good idea?”
A longer pause this time, Phainon's head turning slightly as he tries to place Mydei's exact location above him.
Eventually though, a hesitant shake of the head.
Mydei sighs, one hand slowly reaching up to pat through silky white hair, like one would comfort a scared little puppy.
“What am I to do with you…”
A shift beneath him, and a pathetic sounding whine.
Ah, yes.
Mydei looks down, at the leaking dick twitching between his thighs, the tip occasionally brushing against his abdomen.
“Utterly shameless. Was this because of me? Did you miss me so much you had to dream of me?”
The book catches his eye, still open to their photos.
“Or did you fall asleep jerking off, wishing your hand was me.”
A muffled noise, as Phainon struggles for a moment. Movement from above catches his attention as four fingers are held up to the headboard.
Four? He'd only asked three questions, which answer could Phainon be-
Ah.
“You jerked off four times to the thought of me? Pathetic, and still you got hard as soon as I came through your door.”
His husband is so needy. Honestly, why did he think he could survive without Mydei to take care of him, to warm his cock each night and take it tenderly into his mouth.
While he could grab the lube, give them what they both need, Phainon hasn't earned that right yet.
That doesn't make Mydei any less horny though.
He leans in, removing Phainon's glasses before carefully placing them on the bedside table.
He presses a gentle kiss against the tip of Phainon's nose, close enough to hear how it makes his breathing hitch.
And then he's moving back, undoing his jeans and shoving them down his thighs.
Bracing one hand on the headboard, the other grips Phainon's hair firmly to hold him in place as Mydei shifts his hips closer, until his wet pussy is pressed against Phainon's mouth.
The man has no choice but to breathe in the scent of him, as dribbles of slick smear across his chin.
A loud moan breaks the silence, and Mydei chuckles as Phainon lurches forward with near feverish intensity, tongue pressing eagerly between Mydei's folds as he licks up every last trace of slick he can manage.
Filthy, wet, and messy. In all his life Mydei has never known someone to crave the taste of him so badly, to cry every night with need to be between Mydei's thighs.
It's been a long and lonely week without Phainon, but he's more than making up for it now, eating out Mydei like a starved man in a desert.
Mydei isn't one to shave, and both he and Phainon like it that way, wiry blond hairs getting matted with spit and slick as they nearly cover his love's handsome face from view.
Phainon is just so talented with his tongue, Mydei's restraint loosening with every passing moment as he ruts against Phainon's face.
The tension coils to a breaking point, before Mydei is cumming with a shuddering gasp, drenching Phainon's chest with pearly cum as he squirts all over his husband.
His husband who shakes beneath him, hands pulling at the ropes as he huffs and gasps into Mydei's pussy in an attempt to get closer.
Even as Mydei collapses into him, knees jellylike from the sudden pleasure he has to grumble at the idiot,
“Stupid man, you need to breathe. Pull back a little.”
Phainon only makes a sound akin to a dog being abandoned at the side of the road. Honestly, you'd think Mydei had stabbed his mother with the sheer distress emanating from the man.
This is why he has to tie him up, a yank of the ropes and Mydei can stand up freely. Watching as Phainon collapses backwards, panting for air as cum drips from his chin.
His gorgeous, loving husband. Mydei can't resist, lurching forward so he can kiss him, tongue probing into his mouth entirely uncaring of the taste of his own slick covering Phainon's lips.
After all, they are – and will always be -- each other's.
He has however, miscalculated slightly (or has he…).
In all of his tugging around of the ropes, the delicate knots invented to be decorative slip a little. Phainon realises it a moment before Mydei does, and before he can blink has ripped his way free, hands finally able to touch as the blindfold falls forgotten to the floor.
The kiss deepens, Phainon clutching his head to hold him still, allowing not a breath of air to come between them as he claims Mydei's mouth thoroughly.
It doesn't last long though, Mydei's head tipping back to the ceiling as Phainon moves down to grab at his firm pecs, kneading the flesh between both hands with a low moan.
“Missed you Mydei, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have left, I should have-”
“HKS, if you're going to apologise don't stare at my tits while you say it.”
Phainon blinks, before looking up with a rather guilty expression from where he'd been addressing Mydei's breasts.
Interrupting Phainon's spiel however, just reminds the man that there are other things he could be doing, and he wastes no time picking Mydei up by the hips before throwing him onto the bed, crawling onto him with a roguish grin.
“Sorry for that too, would you believe me if I said I was addressing your heart?”
“No.”
“You never like to make it easy for me, huh..”
Phainon leans down, kissing him again as he spreads Mydei's thighs wide. He can feel Phainon's cock brushing against his inner thighs, trails of precum being left over scarred bite marks, and it makes him shiver in anticipation.
“HKS, if you don't get your cock in me right now, then-”
He never gets the chance to finish his sentence, a soft palm pressing over his mouth to silence him.
“Don't worry love, I won't leave you unfulfilled…”
And true to his word, the tip of Phainon's cock presses against his entrance. It would have slid in smoothly with how soaked Mydei is, were it not for the bar through the head that blocks the way just slightly, the small ball at the end bumping directly into Mydei's clit as he whimpers. The added sensations on his already overworked nerves are a lot, and he can already feel tears starting to pool at the corner of his eyes.
His body doesn't seem to know what to do; to clench eagerly from the pleasure, or relax to take the cock that will breed him easier? The indecision results in him fluttering over Phainon's tip, whining as he begs for it simply to go in already.
His husband always is so good to him, resolving the issue by slamming his hips forward in one smooth motion.
Mydei's scream echoes off the wall, hands coming up to claw long red lines down Phainon's back as every inch forces its way in. All three of the piercings rub at his walls, delightful points of pressure that drive him near insane as he leans up to bite at Phainon's neck, leaving imprints of his teeth directly on the sun tattoo.
It certainly doesn't take long for Phainon to return the favour, pulling out a little before thrusting back in, setting a quick but harsh pace that pushes Mydei further and further up the bed until he's braced against the headboard. Phainon's hand closes around his neck, slamming him down into the pillow as he gasps for air.
Fuck it feels so good, his beloved’s cock spreading him open as the man kisses along his own neck, before dipping lower. Leaving small bites over his collarbones and finally reaching his chest.
Just as Mydei demanded the bars for his own pleasure, Phainon had had ideas of his own.
His tongue flicks over the sapphire gem, polishing the jewelry with his spit before bringing the entire nipple into his mouth to suck deeply.
Mydei's back arches, pressing his chest up into the sensation even as his hips frantically try to match Phainon's pace.
His nipples were already sensitive, but the piercings had taken them to a whole new degree, allowing Phainon to bite and tug at them, a whole new degree of pleasure to make him fall apart.
He falls back for a moment, chest heaving as his hair splays around his head in a golden halo.
His eyes start to close, half lidded at the ceiling swims above him.
That's when he hears it.
“I'm sorry. I really am. I won't leave you again, not ever. I was so scared Mydei. I can't lose you, I thought it would be easier…”
Each fractured sentence is whispered between each thrust, spoken tenderly right over Mydei's heart, as promised.
He isn't entirely sure he's meant to hear it, and his eyes fly wide open as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand to stifle the noise that wants to escape.
The ceiling is swimming again, but not because he's looking at it through his long lashes. No, now it's because tears are falling relentlessly from his eyes, dripping down the side of his face as his body shakes from the pleasure and the sheer emotion.
It doesn't take Phainon long to notice, he's a very attentive lover after all.
“Mydei? I'm sorry, all this and I've made you cry… how can I make it up to you?”
He growls, biting the tip of the finger that reaches up to brush away the tears.
His legs wrap around Phainon's ass, kicking him into motion to fuck Mydei harder. This brings a quiet chuckle from the man, as he leans down to rest his forehead gently against Mydei's own.
“Like that huh? My fierce lion, always so difficult to satisfy.”
And then more wetness, Mydei closing his eyes abruptly as a tongue traces along his cheek, licking up every trace of salt, before sweeping over his eyelids to ensure he caught every single drop.
“Crying for me, you're always so pretty like this. I hate it was your heart to cry, not your dick, but fuck you look so good either way. Your tears are mine, all of it mine, I'm going to fuck you till-”
The words become muffled as Phainon's lips press against Mydei's skin once more, kissing over the puffy redness surrounding his eyes. Not that the sentences made much sense anyway, Phainon tends to lose his grasp on language when he's horny.
The pace stutters slightly, and Mydei growls again as he realises Phainon is about to cum.
Absolutely not.
Phainon does not get to cum early after this fiasco.
Clamping his pussy down tightly enough to be painful, Mydei tilts his head to bite harshly at Phainon's cheek, while one hand reaches down to grab his balls in a vice grip.
“You do not cum before I do, understand?”
A pathetic whine, Phainon looking at him pleadingly as he continues to jackrabbit his hips forward,
“But Mydei… I've missed you so much. It's been a whole week since-”
“And who's fault is that?”
Silence, as Phainon looks down at him like a kicked puppy. Unfortunately for him, Mydei is well practiced at ignoring the blatant begging.
His grip tightens, until Phainon starts gasping and squirming, unwilling to ask him to let go but entirely unable to cum either.
Good.
It's what he deserves.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he lets go before slipping one finger under Phainon's choker.
“You have a lot to make up for, so fuck me properly HKS.”
Wide blue eyes meet his own.
And Mydei gets exactly what he asked for.
His head hits the headboard with a crack, and he growls at the sudden spike of pain. It leaves him dazed, as Phainon grabs at his thick thighs, pulling them wide and using them as handles to physically drag Mydei back into each of his thrusts.
Yes, yes. This is what Mydei needs, this is what only his husband can provide. The sheer animalistic passion of fucking wildly into Mydei's hole, face red as he pants, his tongue poking out slightly as he focuses on nothing more than ravaging Mydei's body.
There will no doubt be bruises tomorrow, handprints in the shape of Phainon's palms and Mydei eagerly anticipates it.
His Phainon is back, inside and over him, and he nearly yowls as he's filled. Every thrust sends Phainon's heavy balls slapping against his perineum, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room.
And then a loud crashing sound, and Mydei blinks as the world suddenly spins around him.
Phainon's weight on him is much heavier than before, blinking down at him with his cock still buried deep inside.
The bed had collapsed, the cheap single frame nowhere near strong enough to withstand their lovemaking.
He's almost about to laugh, comment on why they'd chosen their marital bed to be so sturdy, but he doesn't get the chance.
The mattress is intact, despite the fact it's now resting on the floor, and that's enough for Phainon to continue to fuck him into it.
Grabbing Mydei's calves, he brings them up to pin beside Mydei's head. Stretching the limits of his flexibility but allowing him to thrust even deeper still, Mydei's body having not a single shred of resistance as he sinks his nails into the sheets.
He's getting close, that familiar coil building once more. His world narrows down to Phainon above him, eyes staring straight into Mydei's own despite the sheen of sweat covering his entire body.
Mydei smiles, soft despite the clenching need filling his body,
“I found you… Phainon. Promise me you'll stay?”
Phainon's rhythm doesn't falter, even as he reaches to grab one of Mydei's hands, holding it gently before bringing it to his mouth to kiss each knuckle.
“I promise. I'm yours, forever. I won't forget that again.”
The love in his words tips Mydei over the edge, shuddering through another orgasm, Phainon following not long behind him.
He's barely finished emptying his balls into Mydei's hole before his entire weight falls onto Mydei, arms wrapping around and holding him tightly.
“HKS, clean me up before your compulsive need for cuddles!”
A grumbled murmur spoken into the side of his neck, and Mydei grabs his hair to pull him back.
“But Mydei, you're so warm… don't wanna let go…”
His glare is level, and fierce enough to scare any other man into instant submission.
“Phainon, your dick is still in me, we are on the floor, and the police may or may not be on their way.”
“......what?”
Hopefully not, but Mydei doesn't want to take chances. Shoving the oversized Samoyed off of him, he grunts as cum immediately begins to flow down his thighs. Phainon whines, reaching up to try and push it back in, only to be smacked away once more.
“I'm using your bathroom, you are getting dressed, and then we are going home.”
The mention of home seems to pacify him, settling as a smile spreads over his face, Mydei can't help but return it before turning to clean up.
He's as quick as he can possibly be, scrubbing the cum from his skin and making himself presentable once more.
By the time he returns to the bedroom, Phainon is also dressed, holding their photo album again as he leafs through the most recent pages.
“Hey Mydei, I was thinking. We have an open spot on this page, and well, I feel like I want this memory in here as well.”
Mydei hums, sitting beside him on the bed, looking down over his shoulder. It's true, there's a white space, the perfect place to close a chapter of their lives.
“Fine, is your phone charged?”
A nod, as Phainon quickly pulls it out of his jeans, holding it in front of them to take the selfie.
As the light flashes, Mydei leans over, pressing his lips softly to Phainon's cheek.
It's a good photo, them together, flushed and happy on a bed destroyed by their coupling. The tenderness in his love's eyes…
Then he notices a certain sheen, and he looks away from the photo to the real life counterpart.
“Phainon, is that my cum still on your chest?”
“.....”
“Phainon.”
“I'll clean it later…”
Fortunately, the bed has a pillow, a hard and thin one that he can throw directly at his idiot of a husband.
He finally has him back, and he will never allow him to run like this ever again.