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Finally having managed to say goodbye to the Deliverer Mydei breathed a sigh of relief.
The cold air had done wonders and with sobriety came the realization that his gauntlet was still in that scoundrel's hands, it wasn't too important to retrieve, he could have passed by tomorrow, but since he was just a few minutes away he could also confirm that the other had gotten home safely and hadn't passed out on the streets.
When he arrived the door wasn't locked, another sign that he should really start escorting him back from now on, at least to prevent the fool from getting robbed.
“Coming in” he said quietly, the Deliverer should already be half dead asleep and he doubted he would do so with the gauntlet on, he just needed to look around quietly.
He wasn't prepared for the first thing to welcome him to be the sound of ragged breath and the sight of the man himself struggling to fasten a series of belts around his wrists tighter than they already were.
The man looked up like a deer in headlights and for a moment there was stillness, whoever broke the silence would have steered the rest of the conversation, an arduous task.
“Please don't look”
“Do you need help?”
One flushed became shocked
One shocked became more shocked
What was he saying? Phainon obviously wanted to be alone doing such things, no matter how he struggled.
He got closer and, despite his best judgement brushed against the belt “You seem to be struggling, Deliverer” his voice calmer then he was feeling lilted provocatively with the title as it usually did when he was pursuing a competition from the man.
He waited for the answer, practically hearing the gears turning in Phainon's head, resolve wavering and then–“Yes, please” a small voice came from the down-turned head, surprising him even more “What do you want me to do?” was this really happening “Can you…can you tie me up first? And then blindfold me and–” he stopped and lowered his head, maybe realizing how overeager he sounded, but what can you do when your crush offers to indulge you in your kinks.
Mydei put the gauntlet on from where he found it on the floor next to the kneeling man “Then?” he clawed the underside of his chin with the index mocking the other's past actions, dragging slowly, the cold metal making the already agitated man shudder as the clawed fingers pinched his chin roughly and made him look up to the face of the person he least, and most, wanted to see him like this. He was looking down at him from above, like a bird of prey, eyes as intense as focused, looking at him, only at him, as he always wished, as it should be.
Then give me everything
“Then improvise” he gave a cheeky smile to overcome the embarrassment
Maybe this was a mistake.
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“Who knew that the one and only saviour of Okhema had these kind of hobby” the blindfold that he never had the chance to use now adorned his face magnifying feeling, several ropes strapped his now bare chest, his choker, chest strap and thigh strap still all there and currently being fastened even tighter, the feeling of cold metal moved to the choker, pulling teasingly, then stronger “I take it these aren't just for show then. Everyday going around dressed in these, isn't it just because you're a pervert? Even when in public you can't let it go" he paused "Am I to assume that the reason you're always so clothed is because what's underneath can't be seen” if there's one thing he didn't know he would stumble on by chance was the information that the one and only Chrysos Heir poster child, his rival, and only one he could equate to in combat had a thing for degradation, and he himself for people pleasing, allegedly.
Although now he was really starting to get actual doubts regarding the clothes, could it really be that while they were going around he was… Mydei forcefully pried his thoughts away from spiralling to look at the heavily breathing, flushed form of the kneeling person he thought way too often about.
This was a mistake.How can he pretend like nothing happened after this, how can he stay unaffected?
“Why…did you stop? the familiar but slightly strained voice shook him from his thoughts.
That's right, he shouldn't let his mind wander, not when Phainon was waiting eagerly for continuation.
…Eagerly? Stopping to think about it for a second even if he got to have an easier time with his hobbies would he really be so enthusiastic about it? Maybe it was just his wishful thinking but…
Could it be?
He swallowed, mentally preparing himself to start the next great farce.
He made a bet.
“You want me to fuck you, don't you?” he drawled sounding way more sure then how he felt, he bet on his gut instinct, on the reaction he got, on his own hope, and a reaction he did get, the other man flinched and his legs closed as if concealing. “You want me to fuck you into the mattress while you're all tied up and at my mercy until your voice gives out and your legs can’t stand” this time he clearly hears a whimper.
Oh,
Oh,
he really likes that
There is a pregnant pause where Mydei considers just how far they can go, while Phainon becomes visibly fidgety “I want to hear it, out of your pretty little mouth” he takes the blindfold off, forcing him to look up at him once again.
“Please…” his eyes pin the man underneath him, his hand travelling towards the already half-hard dick of the tied up man, his touch is feather-light, with just the tip of the metallic fingernail, earning him a shudder “Please what?” and he could nearly hear something snap in the head of this dearest rival of his “Please…ah–please fuck me” he would have already been satisfied like this but Phainon, oh dear Phainon, continues “–until I can't walk anymore and my throat hurts from screaming your name” and that goes straight to his dick.
There's a fine line between the restraint shackled by pride and the abandon fuelled by pleasure. Phainon could not be said to be a weak-willed man but everyone had an Achilles heel and the man before him just so happened to be exactly that. And what is pride to the famished being offered bread, what is pride to the desert wanderer finding an oasis, what is pride but the shackles hindering the liberation of hedonism.
Oil spilled on the floor as deft fingers made quick work of the man currently tied up on the floor, one, two, by the third he had already lost patience eager to be filled more thoroughly and completely.
He was now trying to push himself down, fucking himself on the fingers of his own accord “C,come on aren't you coming in” He panted increasingly breathlessly “Is his Highness just shy?”
“Bold words for someone getting off on being tossed around”
“Bold words for someone getting hard seeing me being tossed around” he bit back impatiently “Come on I can take it” he whined “I need you inside right now” the whiplash palpable, proof of the man's penchant for politics, changing face faster than the wind changes direction.
But that was all to get what he wanted, and that—that's what he always got.
Mydei grabbed his shoulder to make him lay down, being instead met with resistance “Just like this is good” puppy dog eyes again…reminding him just how weak he truly was, how quickly he folded every time, how tightly he was wound around this menace granted human form's finger, and what could he do but agree?
He hesitated before checking on Phainon one more time just to find the other man sporting the expression of someone knowing they've already won. Menace.
His expression turned almost giddy as he started lowering himself on Mydei's length, slowly as if to imprint every moment in his mind, savouring the moment like one would a fine wine.
He truly was, Phainon couldn't have asked for more, all the days passed to yearn for the prince, all the jealousy he felt when he got too chummy with other people, all the melancholy to know he would never be his, but here they were, in his bedroom fucking, and Mydei wanted this just as much as him. Even prepared as he was the slight sting of pain from the stretch made it impossible to forget, the bruises on his thigh from the belt, the signs of fingers on his thigh and waist, the ghost of a reminder that will follow him for the next days, hidden under his elaborate clothes, unable to flaunt them as a traitorous voice in his brain told him to. Finally he was fully seated.
“Are...you alright?”
"Y-yeah" he muttered "you can move now"
Mydei looked at him one more time to confirm then in a drawn out movement rolled his hips, eliciting a sigh from Phainon who in response clenched his thighs straddling him, contentment discernible in his semi-closed eyes, the thigh strap digging even more in his flesh sure to leave a red ring-shaped livid for quite some days. The movement continued for a while, languid, searching, until it hit, Phainon's voice becoming more erratic "There-right there" an half chocked sentence, pressure building up, he was nearly there and then ... nothing.
Phainon half glared, half pouted at Mydei's movement stopping, teasing him just to leave him high and dry, a hand wormed it's way to the chest harness, tightening and bringing him an air breath away from the other man and chafing against his nipples.
"Why don't you work for it a bit, princess?" he levelled him a challenging look sliding to rest on the bed bringing the Deliverer down with him "I really want to see you riding me like the whore you really are" he purred next to his ear, tightening his hold just to suddenly let go making the Deliverer snap back in his original position gold eyes still boring into him like a challenge as he made himself comfortable.
A tentative movement, followed by another, a clawed hand reached for his thigh right where the bite marks were, squeezing first gently then stronger, adding a delicious sting and making him go faster. Soon he was panting chasing the high he was negated "Look at you, so beautiful jumping on my cock like a good boy" Mydei drawled "doing such a good job for me"
Good boy. Something like that should have probably make him protest and yet it only made him whimper in an embarrassing way, reality exacerbated as Mydei took his hand and put it on the bulging of his well toned abdomen and started thrusting upwards "you feel that? How well you're taking me" he continued pressing more, making Phainon shudder, punctuating each word with a thrust" just like you were made to fit me"
"We could stay this way, I could take care of documents while you sit on my lap as my good, little cock warmer" Phainon tightened around him "You'd like that, hm?""My-Mydei can, can you–ah–" he drawled tightening his thighs' hold on the Kremnoan prince, his face was flushed, his hair messy, his eyes red and littered with unshed tears glittering like diamonds and the tears he did shed trickled down to his chin mixing with a fine line of saliva. He looked positively debauched, a beautiful painting ripped to shreds, Mydei couldn't stop looking, if this was a cathedral Phainon was his God and he his most devoted believer at the altar of sacrifice, ready to consume the flesh and blood
Cause that's what you do with an expanse of pure white snow: you ruin it, you mess it up, until stained in mortal colours.
"Beautiful" he couldn't stop himself from uttering, grasping at the other's hands to hold, increasing the pace.
"Ho–how romant–ah-" his head suddenly thrown back, legs shuffling the sheets, nails leaving bloodied marks on the back of Mydei's hands, in his head only stars and white noise and as he came down from the high, splayed over the man underneath him, bite marks littering his skin much to his own dismal condition he could only utter one word "again"
"Mh, you never learn, Deliverer" his smug attitude only ruined by the fondness in his eyes "Well then, I will make sure you won't be able to go on patrol for the next few days"
The dawn rose, ambiguous as it was in the eternally luminous city of Okhema and a pair of Chrysos heirs were basking in warmth of the blankets and each other
"I love you, HKS" the prince often said such things under his breath yet now he could finally say it go the face of his beloved, his rival, his equal. He moved the swordsman's hair from his face revealing the flushed, unparalleled face of the one he had dreamt about countless nights before, kissing softly each eyelid then moving to the collarbone until he ended on the palm of his hand.
"I love you too" a voice too sleepy to be trusted answered
"Now sleep…" he yawned burrowing into the other's chest "you brute, let me rest. I won't be able to walk tomorrow" he accused with faux accusation
"And who exactly wanted that" the prince retorted "you wouldn't have it any other way" he sighed kneading his companion's thighs, smiling at how he relaxed under his ministrations "we can talk about it in a few hours" the prince smiled softly as if he had found a new lease on life
"Mmh, goodnight you beast"
"Goodnight, angel"