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The air is moist, the water splashing down the decorative waterfalls next to beautifully sculpted pillars. Small golden particles shimmer and disperse with each movement in the water.
Especially the heroes bath has gotten special attention, with more detail and comfort dedicated to it than the bath space for the commoners down below. Up here, the Flamechasers are amongst themselves and allowed to enjoy downtime away from the prying eyes of the people of Okhama.
This is the scenery of an interesting event, that shaped the two involved in it in one way or another. They had already met a few times, knowing that the other is one of the heroes trying to get their coreflame. They never talked too much, but sometimes sparred and let their weapons speak.
Today is a day, where the two of them felt comfortable enough to share some downtime together after another tough session, all sweaty and sticky they are ready to relish the comfort and warmth of a warm bath in private.
Relieving themselves of their garbs, the two warriors, one with golden and one with snow-white hair, change into an easier towel around the hip fit.
With a breath of relief, Phainon opens the decorated door to the baths, the moist air and calming sounds of the water splashing down. His fellow Flamechaser has already sat down on one of the benches, that are partially underwater, so you can enjoy the bath while trying not to fall asleep on the bench. He spread his legs, his head leans backwards, eyes closed and his almost magically perfect muscles are on display.
Those red tattoos, swirling and curling around his chest and arms, decorating his entire body. They vanish under the towel, and appear down his muscular legs. Sometimes he wonders how much this must have hurt to have tattooed. When did he get them, and why? What do they mean? Since they don't talk about their past, neither of them knows much about the other. But they never bothered, since the important thing is the now, the present moment.
Mydei immediately opens his eyes, the moment he hears his sparring partner enter the baths. Seating not too close, but not too far in one of the benches next to him, Phainon enjoys the warmth washing away all the ache of tonight's training.
“You hold your weapon too tight. Told you the last time and yet you still do the same mistake.” Mydei closed his eyes again, just throwing these words into the room.
Phainon uncomfortably slides around on his bench. “Yes, but it is because I still lack the raw power you have. Your build is entirely different and on another level.”
“No excuses.” the other man shoots back and as he leans forward, he sends small ripples in the water, dispersing the golden particles. A bit of the gold glitter sticks to their skins, making it seem as if they have an almost godly aura shine to them.
Phainon takes another deep breath and cracks an easy smile. “You got it, but we are not training at the moment, let us not talk about this right now.”
Mydei only answers with a short “Hmpfh.” He never talks about himself, never says something outright nice, and has that overall aggressiveness the Kremnos people seem to portray all the time, be it unintentionally.
It doesn't take away any of his charm, though, his chest is always seemingly trying to catch his attention. Those trained muscle, the shiny skin, his dark nipples, the veins popping through on his forearm…they want to be touched and caressed.
Shaking his head as if he could physically repel his thoughts, Phainon folds his arms and forcibly looks into the little basin in the middle of their bathing spot.
But nothing escapes Mydei´s attention. “Why are you staring so intensively at me? Are you still angry I bested you the last round?” he snorts, but holds for a moment, once he notices his remark doesn't rouse Phainon as it usually does.
Raising an eyebrow, he leans in closer towards Phainon.
“N-nothing, I am able to admire someone else’s fit physical build, aren't I? You take good care of your body, it's nice.” A slight blush runs over his cheeks. It's nothing unusual to compliment the other's physical build, or even get closer in their culture. But that doesn't change the fact he feels embarrassed to tell someone he calls a friend now how physically attractive they are.
“You sure can.” a splashing sound gets the young man's attention, as suddenly Mydei stands in front of him. He flexes his arms intentionally, his veins appearing on his forearms the more strength he applies. Phainon gets up as well, allowing himself to touch them. Such pure muscle power, in one immortal body that will grab his coreflame sooner or later.
“Not bad, you really take care of your body. I don't think I can maintain such a physique, but I am pretty happy with where I am.” Mydei scans him from head to toe, sending a strange shiver down the white haired man's spine. He is unprepared for Mydei reaching out, his finger moving along his chest and down his slightly visible belly muscle. “You are one pale, thin man next to me.” he murmurs and stops his finger down where his bath towel hides his other body parts.
Phainon shoots his gaze up, noticing Mydei´s sharp smile. Something even hotter than the water and steam is growing between them, a tension that is different from their combativeness.
Maybe it is the bathhouse dampness getting to his mind, but he did not mind being so intimately touched and looked upon. A strong bond will be favorable in the long run.
Mydei growls at him. “Do not be shy, you may touch them.” Feeling extremely embarrassed, Phainon´s hands wander to the man's chest muscle. They are firm, a bit slippery after bathing, but also warm. Grazing past his nipples, he can immediately see a change in Mydei´s stance. So he has a weak point. Leaning in, Phainon slowly kisses the right one, first gently placing his lips on top of the softer, darker skin. Then he draws a circle with his tongue, marking the shape of his nipple. The answer he gets is immediately heavy breathing, and Mydei placing his hand on his shoulder. His grip is strong and every time he circles the top of the nipple with his tongue, his grip intensifies.
“Ahh…hahh…” a few aroused moans reach his ears, and immediately cause his body to react back. With his other hand. Phainon rubs Mydei´s other nipple between his fingers, finding a rhythm that is pleasurable according to the feedback he gets.
These bodily reactions, the moaning, it all sends blood rushing down the young warriors' pelvis, to the point it feels almost hurtful and too sudden. He never had such intensive reactions to physical contact before.
All of a sudden, Mydei grabs him at his hips, pushing him away and stopping him from further pleasuring his weak spots. “Did I do something wrong?” Phainon asks, but given Mydei´s expression, it is not that.
“Grr, don't you feel it too? I have to sit down at this point.” with a splash he is back on the bench, his legs spread.
His towel is only loosely tied around his hip, waiting to be opened like a curtain and to reveal the treasures underneath. Phainon knees down, the water reaching to his abs. The basin behind him is a great stabilizer, because one wrong move, and he might slip while only kneeling.
At first, he presses a kiss on his right knee, planting one on the inner thigh, and moving further inwards. With one hand, he removes the towel, revealing the throbbing member. Phainon´s mouth finds his way to its goal. One kiss, first on the rough skin on his testicles, then on the member. It's veiny and his pubes are surprisingly very well-kept, shaved into shape.
Almost as if he has some ancient knowledge on the know how of pleasuring a man's penis, he licks and kisses his way around. Mydei reacts by putting his lower arm on his eyes, head leaning back, and his chest rising and sinking with heavy breathing.
The wet sounds of someone being topped are being drowned out by the waterfalls splashing behind them. There is else nobody who can hear them, these moans are meant only for his ears. Mydei does not hold back anymore, his moaning firing the synapses in Phainon´s mind up.
“Ahh…hahh… You are fantastic at this, I give you that.” he groans and lets out another groan. That was the first compliment he has ever given, and then in this situation?
Reaching a peak, the pulsing blood under Phainon´s fingers gets stronger. Letting go before he has to catch the release, he watches the man shake as his sweet juices drip down his member, dispersing in the water.
Mydei brushes through is hair with his fingers, his feral gaze on the man kneeling in front of him in the water. He seemed like a pathetic dog, waiting for orders.
“Come up here” he eventually breaks through this moment and signs the man to sit on his crotch. “And then…?” The white-haired man is not able to finish his sentence.
He did not account the feverish, battle hungry man being ready for one more. Forcibly, Phainon is being pushed down, feeling his still erect member pushing against his buttocks. As his towel drops in the water, Mydei stretches out his own hand and starts it moving in an up and down motion, tight around Phainon´s own penis. “Oh…hahh!” new moans fill the bathroom. Someone else touching him feels as if every little touch is lava on his skin, making the erection almost feel unbearable. The other hand rests on his hip, guiding him upwards, followed by piercing sensation down his butt. Mydei enters and pushes in deep, with a squelching sound, making this sound so unbelievably lewd. With each push up, his hand follows and effectively, he is being pleasured from behind and in the front.
“Ahh!” Mydei´s moans reach his ear, followed by him leaning in closer so Phainon can hear his ever faster breathing directly. “Ah…hmm…” it is difficult to not react to the strong sensations and sounds happening just now.
“I… I am coming!” Phainon grits his teeth, and lets himself go into the pleasure.
“Alright then.” Mydei says, followed by his thrusts getting stronger and faster. In unison, they don't hold back moaning loudly as they both come.
“Ahh…ahhh! You…Hmmm!” Mydei stops rubbing and watches the little droplets run down to his fingers, until they too are swept away by the golden water.
Almost unwillingly, he pulls back from Phainon´s beautiful behind, but returns with his fingers and stretches his butthole without any warning. “Ah, what are you doing?” Gritting his teeth, he looks over his shoulder, watching Mydei´s unmoving expression. “Just releasing my sperm, so you can clean up easier.”
His finger wanders in and pulls back, Phainon grasping out loud as he does. “You-”
Heavy breath. “Please warn me beforehand next time.”
The two of them sit down on the bench, now even more tired but with a sense of relief. “Hmm, we should do this more often.”
“Really?” Phainon asks, thinking Mydei is just joking around. It is not unusual, for warriors to enjoy some sex together to bond and have their needs taken care of sometimes. Or just plain preference, it can be all or any of these reasons.
“Seriously, you are a bit tight, but it was really nice.” His deep voice sounds like a melting wax candle, dripping down onto his heart, sparking a flame.
Immediately, he feels strangely bashful. “Uhh, sure.” Being embarrassed to be called for more after just having sex is something new.
Mydei gets up, fishing up one of the towels that got caught at the basin. “Come on boy.” With a cheeky clap on Phainon´s behind, he leans in and presses a quick kiss on his lips. It's very fleeing and short, but it almost felt like an expression of sincere attraction.
And like this, the warriors of the Chrysos Heirs bonded through good old butt sex.