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Phainon would not call himself a dilf hunter, per se.
But older men are just so much more attractive.
Experienced, mature, stable, not tied to the troubles of youth. He always felt more at ease interacting with people older than him. You can admit you have faults without the awkward judgement of those who also carry the faults. You don’t have to act as the therapist or parent of the group. You’re perceived more as cute or eager than obsessive and weird.
Phainon likes visiting the off-campus bars the most.
Even when he was an undergrad he preferred them. On-campus bars are huge party spaces, filled with people too drunk to know what they’re doing. You’re basically required to go with a group of friends or else you’d stand awkwardly in the center of the place waiting for someone to approach you. At least that’s how it worked for Phainon, too socially awkward to dance or approach anyone. It doesn’t help that these bars are painfully straight.
It’s Friday evening and there’s a gay bar that has opened up right off campus. Why not check it out?
The spot is stuffed in between two larger stores, a near literal “hole in the wall” place. It has a pride flag hanging in the small window. The inside is comfortable and homey — pieces by local queer artists line the magenta walls, tinted by the dark lights. The narrow bar displays an assortment of alcohol on its shelves, stools occupied by a couple and a man in a leather jacket. There’s a small dance floor with a table, supposedly for a DJ set. There are a small number of people of all ages (over 21) littered around the place intermingling, some standing at the scattered tables and others chatting on the dance floor. It doesn’t reek of alcohol or sweat, nor is the music blaring so loud he can’t hear his thoughts. Actually, Madonna’s Vogue is playing, a gay classic of course.
Currently, the only person alone is leather jacket man at the bar, so he wanders over and takes a seat next to him. He follows the guy’s eyes up to the TV, in which his university’s basketball game is playing. Apparently even the gays care about March Madness..?
Phainon quickly waves over to the bartender to order a random fruity cocktail off the menu before turning to get a proper look at the man next to him. “Like basketball?”
His words almost die in his throat as the man turns towards him. Gold eyes peak through spiky blonde hair that fades to red at the tips. He’s wearing heavy eyeliner with red eyeshadow, covering up some of the small, tired wrinkles that line his face. His eyes are drawn specifically toward the diamond-shaped red tattoo on his face, faded so much it appears more like blush on his cheeks. The man’s wearing a black tank top with a spiked red choker, more red tattoos hidden beneath. Compared to Phainon’s white, short-sleeved button up, the man is decked out.
“No, it’s just because U-Janus is in the semis. I was still in college the last time this happened,” the man huffs. Holy shit that deep voice is hot.
Phainon does quick maths in his head. He may not be a basketball guy, but everyone on campus has been talking about how it’s been 20 years since their school made it to the semi-finals. The man next to him is at least 38.
Phainon puts on a contemplative face. “So you’re 38? You don’t look a day over 35.” He smirks.
The man smirks back. “43, but your flattery won’t work on me, kid.” His face falls back to its neutral state. “Not interested, I don’t fuck around with kids that barely look 20.”
He dramaticises a shocked inhale, offendedly putting a hand on his chest. “Excuse me, I am 25, thank you very much!”
That at least gets a snort out of the man. “Still a kid to me. I was graduating high school when you were born.” He contemplates for a moment, deciding whether to entertain the younger’s antics. “What are you doing here anyways?”
“Have you seen the bars on campus?” Phainon fake gags as the bartender slides his drink over. He mumbles a quick thank you. “Awkward gays aren’t made for those places. Not interested in frat guys, ick.”
He gets another smile out of the man. “Glad to know they haven’t changed a bit. I was almost in a sorority back then. Didn’t even last through Rush.” He swishes around his drink—likely whiskey—and takes a swig. Phainon takes the opportunity to try a sip of his drink as well: a decent mix of vodka, pineapple, and coconut. He hums in satisfaction.
“So, what are you doing here, then?” He fires back.
“Still in town?” Leather jacket man looks back up at the screen. “Big business in Castrum Kremnos wasn’t for me. Okhema is too packed and busy. Here is.. calm.” Phainon definitely gets the impression he left a lot of big details out, but it’s not his place to pry. “If you mean here, at this bar? Just like you- Not many places a gay guy can go in this town.” He nods his head in agreement, but he doubts the man even sees with his eyes still trained on the screen. U-Janus scores a 3-pointer, the man doesn’t even smile.
He sticks his hand out right in the man’s face, forcing him to look over. “Phainon.” He retreats his hand, coming in between them, expecting a handshake. “And your name is..?”
Leather jacket man looks down to the offering hand and then slowly back up, an unread expression on his face. “I told you I’m not interested, kid.”
Phainon huffs a sigh. “Is it really that weird to chat with another adult?” His eyes roll. “I want to talk with someone instead of sitting here lonely, is that not why you’re here too?”
The man glances back up at the game like he doesn’t believe a younger guy could want anything aside from sex. After a long moment, he sighs in agreement and grabs Phainon’s hand in a firm shake. “Mydei.” His lips quirk up.
“Well nice to meet you, Mydei.” He gives a wide smile.
The two spend the next hour and a half just chatting at the bar. Mydei orders another whiskey while Phainon switches to diet Pepsi after finishing his cocktail. The slight bit of alcohol loosens him up, allowing him to converse with the man without thinking of his attractiveness every five seconds. He doesn’t want to get any more intoxicated, though. There’s no need when he’s talking to someone as charming as Mydei.
The elder talks about his current job, running a local bookstore, and his 13 year old daughter at home. He’s implied he’s single and has dropped mentions of a previous husband, but he mostly sticks to the topic of his current life or previous experience at the university. At some point in the conversation as the bar becomes more packed, he loses the leather jacket. He jokes with Phainon about feeling old talking to him about “back in my time”. He calls Phainon “kid” a couple more times throughout the conversation, and Phainon tries to ignore the heat that begins to rush through his body at every mention. He’s never felt so entranced by the simple, age defining word.
Eventually the looseness from the alcohol fades away, and he starts glancing at Mydei’s chest and arms, tracing the visible tattoos with his eyes. It doesn’t take long for Mydei to notice his focus wavering. He raises an eyebrow.
“Curious about my tats?” Phainon nods quickly. Mydei wears a dimmed smile.. “I got them when I was your age. I thought they made me look badass but red doesn’t age the best, especially on the face.”
“Can I look?” Phainon asks and the elder nods. He grabs his arm and rotates it around to get a full look. “Do they mean anything?”
Mydei is silent for a moment. The silence tells Phainon all that he needs to know, that there is definitely an importance to them. Whether the elder wants to disclose the meaning to him or not, he doesn’t know. Phainon darts his eyes up, met with a lidded longing and hurt in Mydei’s own. He looks back down to trace the faded lines down and up his arms, inching towards his chest. Mydei grabs at the wrist about to inch below his tank with a soft “Please don’t.”
Phainon drags the hand back to Mydei’s arm and looks up again. The longing look has been replaced by something dark. Phainon knows that what he’s done has provoked Mydei in some way, but he doesn’t know which.
“They’re beautiful, though. Like the flames of a fire pit.”
“Yes, like… flames.”
They sit for a moment in awkward silence before Mydei clears his throat and throws on his jacket. “I should probably get going.”
“Should?” Phainon questions.
Mydei’s eyes dart around the room as he moves to stand up. He’s left the man uncomposed and hesitant, as if he’s embarrassed or been caught in a white lie. He feels proud at drawing this reaction from a man 20 years his senior. Usually he’s the one easily flustered, but being the one to fluster? Much less someone who undoubtedly has more experience than him? Phainon suddenly has a stroke of confidence and decides where exactly he wants his night to go.
“Let yourself stay a little longer? You might decide you actually like my company.”
“Look, kid, I shouldn’t be-“
Phainon, despite his heated gut, harshly cuts him off. “I’m not a kid.”
By this point in the night, the bar has become filled with more young adults, all dancing. The music has gotten louder, but Phainon’s heartbeat drowns it out. Mydei looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He can’t let him leave just yet. He has to show him that he’s not just some “kid” (no matter how damn turned on he gets by it).
He stands up and grips Mydei’s wrist, firmly dragging him away from the bar towards the dance floor. Phainon stops suddenly and he stumbles right into his chest. “Come on, dance a little with me. When’s the last time you’ve danced with someone?”
Mydei’s face goes red and glances away. “I dance a lot..”
Phainon laughs. “Dancing with your daughter doesn’t count.” He starts to sway side to side with the music- Rihanna’s Shut Up and Drive now playing.
It takes a couple minutes, but eventually the two are jumping and twirling each other around, laughing like they’re the only ones on the dance floor. Phainon swears he’s never had so much fun in his life, and the glow in Mydei’s eyes tells him the other man hasn’t been this happy in awhile. Slowly, the songs go from party anthems to sensual. Phainon knows this is his opportunity to catch the older man in his grasp.
Chappell Roan’s After Midnight begins, and he rests his arms on Mydei’s shoulders, batting his eyelashes as he begins mouthing the lyrics. He brings his arms back, resting his hands on the elder’s neck.
This is what I wanted, this is what I like.
He tugs Mydei into him and leans down to whisper in his ear.
“I’ve been a good, good girl for a long time.”
Just to play with him, he places his hands firmly on Mydei’s chest, pushing him away.
But baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side.
He gets a good look at Mydei’s face, the man stunned at the sudden change in their dynamic. He’s clearly affected though, red heating his face and down his neck, eyes half closed. He can’t take his eyes off Phainon.
The younger spins around, pushing his back against the elder’s chest and leaning his head over his shoulder, placing himself next to his ear once again.
“Can’t be a good, good girl, even if I tried.”
(Phainon knows that’s a lie, but Mydei doesn’t need to know that right now.)
He grabs at the elder’s arms and places his hands on his hips, running his hands up and down the leather-coated toned muscles. Mydei grips onto his hips, letting himself fall into the broad back of the man in front of him. He tucks his chin over his shoulder, leaning his head against the younger’s neck, and shuts his eyes. He can let himself get lost in this for just a moment. A moment.
Both he and Phainon are shocked at how quickly he latched onto the younger. It’s been years since Mydei has been this close with a man. They sway together to the quick beat for the next two minutes, entranced by the heat of the other against them.
I love a little uh-huh, let’s watch the sunrise.
Phainon leans back again, turning his head to get close to Mydei’s ear while his eyes remain closed.
‘Cause everything good happens after-
“Want to come back to my place?”
Mydei, still lost in the moment, lets out a soft sigh and nods.
“Yeah.”
Phainon yanks him, desperate to get to his car before the elder changes his mind.
Mydei starts to come to himself again as Phainon is dragging him out, but doesn’t fully realize what he’s gotten himself into until he’s seated in the younger’s car, driving away from the bar.
He takes a moment to orient himself, process what just happened. He made a rash decision, letting his stupid impulses get ahead of him. Talking with Phainon has been a joy all night, a proper connection with another man he’s been missing for awhile. He hasn’t been able to deny the younger is cute, handsome, and—now he’s realized—sexy.
But he shouldn’t be doing this. Morally. He’s twice his age. Phainon is just starting his life.
Mydei remembers being 25: Semi-impulsively getting his whole body tattooed to spite his father, hastily marrying a man he dated for a year, burying his dysphoria down by working out, putting up with 60 hour work weeks because he couldn’t say no to his father.
Divorcing the man at 28, unhappy being controlled as a wife. Sleeping around for two years trying to fill a hole in his heart that he didn’t realize yet was a missing piece of his identity. Getting pregnant by an unknown man. Going through the most traumatic 9 months of his life with only his two friends by his side. Realizing he was trans shortly after, drowned by his deep, grueling discomfort of being a woman.
He was in his early 30s before he got control of his life.
He winces thinking of it, but then he thinks about his night with Phainon and what the other has talked about.
Phainon has a grip on his life. Phainon knows exactly who he is, with clear goals in his life, and a masters degree nearly in his hands. He’s got the shine in his eyes that so many people in their early 20s have, Mydei has seen it countless times. Yet he carries himself knowing how harsh the world can be. And the life experience to know so. And with a maturity Mydei didn’t achieve until he was in his mid-30s.
He suddenly feels like he’s 33 again, still learning how to be a dad, taking his first shot of testosterone, cutting off his father and moving to Janusopolis, only beginning to get a grip on his life.
It makes him feel a little better about enjoying Phainon’s presence, but it’s still been ten years since then.
What is he doing?
He feels a hand on his thigh. They’re now parked on the street. “We’re here. Come on, let's go up.”
Mydei steps out of the car, hesitantly following Phainon into the open apartment structure and up the stairs. The man walks with a smile and confidence in front of him. He unlocks the door, turns on a light, and toes his shoes off. Mydei just follows along.
They walk down a short hallway to the younger’s room. The room is spacious and cozy, littered with posters and trinkets. He turns on the light, flinching at the brightness before grabbing a remote and turning it down.
Phainon turns around, closing the door as he corners Mydei into it. Eyes stare sensually into his, but Mydei twitches, and the younger notices.
“You’re hesitating.”
Mydei immediately fires back. “You’re 25.”
Phainon scoffs. “That doesn’t make me a clueless child. I know you want this.” He brings a hand up to brush the elder’s cheek, not breaking eye contact. Mydei’s eyes flutter close and he leans into the contact.
He sighs. “Just let yourself indulge. I.. might not be experienced in this, but I want someone who is to lead me through it.”
Mydei opens his eyes questioningly. “You’re a virgin?”
Phainon’s cheeks go red and he darts his eyes away. “…Yes.”
The elder sharply inhales. “And you’ve been going to bars searching for men to sleep with?” A surge of anger spikes through him. “Do you know how dangerous that is? Especially with older men? Especially while trans?”
The younger steps back and wrings his hands together, pupils darting everywhere except at Mydei. “Yes, I do, but I’ve done my research.” He finally looks the elder in the eyes. “I know what I’m getting into, and I know how to stand up for myself.”
“Okay- just.” He deeply exhales, reigning in his emotions. Trust people’s words, trust their words. A sigh leaves his mouth. A deep desire and obligation to take care of the man blooms within him. “Are you sure you want it like this? With a stranger? And not.. someone you trust?”
His hands reach forward to grasp one of Mydei’s, lightly rubbing a thumb on the back of his hand. “I trust you.” He smiles. “That may be stupid, but honestly, I can’t not when you’ve been so concerned for me this entire time.” He brings the hand up to his lips and kisses it, the action surprisingly intimate. “Do you trust me?”
Phainon has been nothing but self-cautious yet concerned for him this entire time. He’s aware of what he’s doing, of the risks. And he’s making sure he hands his inexperienced heart to the right person.
“Okay.” He tugs his arm back. “Take off your shirt.”
Phainon giggles and unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side. Mydei does the same with his leather jacket. The younger doesn’t move to take off the skin-colored garment under his shirt.
“Binder too.”
Phainon tenses. “Who are you, my dad?”
He huffs, ignoring the defensive, slightly arousing, tease. “I’m not risking you having an asthma attack or damaging your ribs. I won’t look, stare, or touch if you don’t want me too.”
The younger relaxes and mutters. “Okay.”
“Good.” He takes off his own shirt, leaving his toned, inked, scarred chest out for the younger to gawk at. And gawk he does. The faded, fire-like tattoos line down his chest and back. Two, more sharp and saturated strikes flow under his surgery scars, highlighting them with pride.
“Go on, you can touch.”
Phainon gets up close and traces the tattoos around his body, down towards his hips, under his scars. He hooks his hands around his body and thumbs directly at the scars, not nearly as faded as he expected them to be. He brushes over his nipples, but Mydei doesn’t even twitch. He backs up and looks the elder in the eyes. As he promised, he does not look down, and keeps eye contact. Phainon steps forward again to feel his biceps with a smile, but Mydei backs up and sits on the bed. He looks down at his hands, clasping them together before meeting Phainon’s eyes again.
“Are you sure you’re sure you want to do this?” Mydei almost looks guilty.
“Yes.” He frowns at Mydei stopping again. “Do you not want to?”
Mydei hesitates. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he pauses, staring back down at the hands whitening from their grip on each other, “but this feels wrong. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
Phainon sits down on the bed next to him, caressing the older man’s cheek, nudging him to look up. “Mydei, like I said, I’m not some teenager. I’m 25, I’m sober, and I like you. We’re both consenting adults. Stop treating me like you’re taking advantage of me.” He sighs, “If it feels wrong to you, I can’t change that. But I enthusiastically consent, I really want this. Are you sure you’re sure you want this?”
Mydei cracks a slight smile. “Using my own words against me? I take it back. You’re not a kid, you’re a brat.” Phainon laughs. “Okay, I enthusiastically consent.”
Phainon’s laugh dies off and leaves a smug smile on his face. He brushes a strand of hair behind the older man’s ear and whispers. “Can I kiss you now?”
Mydei exhales and grunts, grabbing his face. “No more asking, just doing.” He tugs him in, smashing their lips together.
The slow kiss quickly turns heated, Mydei nipping at Phainon’s lips. The younger lets out a groan, giving the older an opportunity to slip inside his mouth. He licks around, exploring in front of and behind his teeth, his gums, his tongue. Mydei retreats slightly to wrap his lips around and suck at his tongue. The action draws a whimper out of Phainon and his hips jerk forward. Strong hands wrap around his waist and he’s lifted onto Mydei’s thigh, only breaking the kiss to whisper “Use this, baby.”
Phainon jerks forward again, this time rubbing his clothed crotch on Mydei’s jeans. The action slips his packer out of place, but he couldn’t give a single fuck at the moment. He wraps his arms around his torso and presses his mouth against Mydei’s. The new friction, albeit small, has him moaning against the older’s lips, not even attempting to engage in the kiss anymore. He’s quickly gotten hard and wet, the slight friction enough to stimulate his cock. In all honesty, he was already wet before being brought onto Mydei’s thigh. The physical attention is enough to rile any touch deprived virgin up, much less a needy Phainon.
Mydei moves to pressing soft kisses against his neck. The boy is so desperately rutting against him, nails digging into Mydei’s back, that he doesn’t want to overwhelm him more. He moves a hand up and softly brushes through his hair, guiding the younger’s head to rest on his shoulder. Phainon begins to lick and nip at the stretch of skin in between his neck and shoulder, each heavy, hot breath he exhales running shivers down Mydei’s spine. He continues to pet through the younger’s hair as his ruts quicken.
Mydei tilts his head. “There we go, what a good boy.”
Mistake.
Phainon bites down hard with a growl, ripping a groan out of the older. His nails tear down his back as his hips stutter, pressing his whole body into Mydei as he orgasms. He grinds his hips down into the thigh, riding it out, before going limp against the older’s body. They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, Mydei feeling himself begin to harden. He rubs Phainon’s back, letting him rest on his shoulder, as he comes back to himself.
Once he can think again, Phainon nearly jumps out of the elder’s lap. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” He brings his hands up to latch onto his own hair, staring at the obvious bite mark in between his neck and shoulder. “I hope I didn’t hurt you at all oh god I am so so sorry.”
“No, no.” The elder grabs his wrists and forces Phainon’s hands out of his hair. “Look at me.” Phainon’s eyes have never darted so quickly to someone’s face. Mydei stares back, a dark lust in his eyes. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve seen.” His deep voice pounds through Phainon’s heart. He feels a hand card through his hair once again. “You’re so cute, I want to ruin you.”
He gulps and then sighs. “Please do.”
It draws a miniscule smirk out of Mydei.
He tosses Phainon to the head of the bed and tugs off his jeans and socks. He reaches into his discarded jean pocket, snagging a hair tie out of it and brushing his bangs out of his face. He secures it back in a small ponytail at the top of his head, the rest of his mullet and small braid still loose around his shoulders. He sits up, running his hands down the younger’s sides. They stop at the top of his boxers.
“How much can I touch?”
Phainon lets out a breath of relief he didn’t realize he was holding. He didn’t even think he was worried about that, but of course Mydei would ask. He gets it.
“Anything except for,” he hesitates, “maybe my chest?”
Mydei’s eyebrow quirks up. “Is that a question or a boundary?” His hands leave Phainon’s sides, landing crossarmed against his torso instead. “Be transparent with me. I’m not making you uncomfortable during your first time.”
Phainon covers his chest, eyes darting around the room. A blush creeps up his face. “Okay- I don’t think I’d like any grabbing of my chest but-“ He glances at Mydei, met with a stern look, eyebrow still quirked up and arms still over his chest. His eyes clam shut and he stutters, “pleaseplaywithmynipples.”
“What was that?”
He deeply inhales and opens his eyes to stare at the elder. “You can touch my nipples.”
Mydei lets out a giggle (a giggle?) and sets his hands back on Phainon’s torso. “I heard you the first time, cutie. Good boy for telling me what you want.” A smile spreads on his face.
Phainon’s legs instinctually shut around Mydei’s body. The elder moves his hands to his thighs, gently spreading them apart again. “You know I won’t forget that. Now keep these out here. Can’t have you suffocating me just yet.”
Mydei moves back and bends down to place himself right in front of the younger’s crotch. It’s only in this position that Phainon realizes his packer has slipped up and sideways. It looks like his balls have been disattached from his body and his cock is broken. His face heats up again.
Upon noticing the blush, Mydei follows his eyes down and sees the… problem. He tries to hold back a laugh—keyword: tries. A few snickers end up leaving his mouth, hands rushing to cover it. He begins to tear up as his body shakes. Phainon wants to die in a hole.
“Don’t laugh! You meanie!” He leans down to punch Mydei on the shoulder and it only makes him laugh more. “I’m sorry I’m sorry! The look on your face, kid!” He’s laughing so hard his head falls next to his crotch, right next to his—well, both of his—dicks. Phainon sucks in a
harsh breath and Mydei’s laughs finally die down.
“Let’s fix this, huh?”
Phainon has no idea what he means by “fix this” until Mydei is shoving a hand through the boxer window and pulling out a portion of the packer. He leaves the base and scrotum hidden. The illusion is that Mydei has Phainon’s penis in his hand, and sweet god it’s working.
Phainon stares starry-eyed down at the elder as his tongue darts out to give the head a kitten lick. A small moan leaves his lips, brain left bizarre at such an image without a physical sensation. The only thing he feels is the slight press of the packer against his tdick and the quickly pooling heat in his stomach.
Mydei decides he doesn’t want to go slow on this silicone stand-in and downs the object in one go. It’s a small thing, barely 4 inches, and rests lightly on his tongue. He looks up directly into the widened eyes of the younger, directing his hand to rest in his hair. He pulls back and then downs the cock again. He knows Phainon can’t feel a thing, but he sucks and licks all the same, determined to give the younger a show of sucking his dick. He opens his mouth to let it sit on his tongue, not breaking eye contact with Phainon. He hears a stutter of a breath from the younger. He’s very aware of how he looks, and by the look on Phainon’s face, his debauchery is well received.
The younger sighs dreamily, grasping and ungrasping Mydei’s hair. “Wow.. I didn’t know this was something someone could do. It’s-“
Mydei pulls completely off the cock with a smile. “Hot right?” He pulls himself up, giving a peck on the corner of Phainon’s mouth. The younger gently sinks into the pillows. “God, I need to eat you out now. Force more of those pretty noises out of your mouth. Will you let me do that, baby? Don’t get shy on me, mister confident. Can I eat you out? Bite bruises into your thighs? Suck your real cock?”
Phainon squirms under him and attempts to hide in Mydei’s neck only for the elder to softly grip his hair and pull him back. He looks away. “Yes.”
“No, no. Look me in the eyes and answer nicely, Phainon.”
With a shiver, he looks into Mydei’s lidded, amber eyes. “Yes, please.”
A shiver runs down Mydei’s own spine at the plea. He closes his eyes and takes a long breath in before opening them up. “Good boy.”
He backs up on the bed and yanks Phainon’s boxers down, tossing it and the packer off to the side with his other clothes. He hikes the younger’s legs up, moving them so his feet are planted on the bed and thighs spread wide.
Two thumbs land on his folds and spread them apart, giving Mydei a clear view of his sticky cunt. He drags his tongue from his hole to his dick, trimmed white hairs tickling his nose. Phainon lets out a long groan, looking down to see lick his lips before he dives back in. He laps at the hole, gathering his previous orgasm on his tongue to taste it: salty and musky. He pushes past the opening, and Mydei begins to tongue at the inner muscle, feeling the tightness. He hears a sharp inhale and a restricted moan and Phainon shifting. He pulls away with a light sheen to his lips.
“No holding back, let me hear you.”
The younger nods with a quiet, low whine.
Mydei quickly latches onto him, tongue now thrusting in and out. Phainon lets out a satisfied moan, sinking further into the sheets. He looks down at the elder, broad shoulders spread his legs and rough hands wrap around his thighs. He sucks at the hole and then pops out to drag his tongue through the folds slowly as if determined to commit them to memory. He distinctly avoids the protruding member, instead grazing his teeth and pulling at his labia. The feeling doesn’t do much, but the sight makes his hole clench, and desperation fills his cock. He keeps tracing through the folds, occasionally sticking his tongue back in his hole.
“Mydei,” he groans, “can you just get to it?”
He pulls away for just a moment to reply. “Get to what?” The tongue keeps tracing.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” he frowns and then murmurs, “please.”
Mydei pulls back again to look up in Phainon’s eyes, sternly commenting. “Be specific, baby.”
The younger lets out a noise in between a whine and groan. Mydei keeps a sharp stare trained on him.
“Fine.” He states, lightly scratching the sheets next to him. “Please suck me off- Gah!”
Mydei cuts him off with a flick to Phainon’s dick with his tongue, and instantly wraps his lips around it and sucks. Phainon’s legs kick out with a buck of his hips, gripping onto the sheets aside him. The elder swirls his tongue around the nub, making him throw his head back. He lets out a high pitched, strained moan that sounds more like a small animal dying. Mydei unwraps his left arm to place it over his hips, pushing down with his forearm to stop Phainon’s bucking. He releases the nub with a pop, grazing it gently with his teeth before once again wrapping his lips around it. Phainon hisses before the elder starts sucking again.
The younger is strong, though, and Mydei has to fight to keep his hips down as he keeps squirming. He’s letting out long, high moans and his thighs tighten around the elder’s shoulders. He pulls back with another pop and Phainon grinds his cock forward on his lips. He pulls all the way back as the younger pants heavily, wide lidded eyes trained on him.
He’s like a puppy.
Mydei reaches for the hands grasping the sheets and places them on each side of his neck, buried in his mullet. Phainon hiccups as the elder rasps “Grip onto my hair. I don’t care how hard you pull—
And fuck my face.”
The younger’s breath hitches. “A-Are you sure?”
“No more asking, just doing,” he growls, and wraps his lips around his cock once again.
Phainon’s thighs immediately close around his head and his hands rip out strands of his hair. He thrusts his hips up into Mydei’s mouth with a groan that turns into a moan. His hips buck a couple more times before the elder realizes he can’t keep him in his mouth. He grazes his teeth against the nub once more before slipping off, leaving his mouth wide open and his tongue lulled out for Phainon to use. He breathes heavily into his cunt.
Phainon grips at his hair with his left hand as he grinds against his tongue, moving his right hand to tug his ponytail out. Mydei’s bangs flow forward before being tugged back by the younger. His head is manhandled harshly further into bucking hips, his jaw being shoved wider. Phainon’s whole cunt is forced upon his tongue, occasionally stuttering to grind just his dick down on it. He closes his eyes, just letting the younger use him.
Phainon throws his head back, mouth struck open by silent moans caught in his throat. He desperately chases his release, thrusting faster and faster, his brain only repeating Mydei Mydei Mydei Mydei Mydei.
“Mydei Mydei Mydei Mydei Mydei,” he starts vocalizing with heavy breaths, gradually getting louder and louder. The attention makes Mydei groan into him, and his hips stutter, thighs crushing Mydei’s head as he orgasms. His hips keep bucking, slightly slowing down for a moment before he feels his body tightening again as he spurts on Mydei’s face. He rides the extended orgasm out, hips progressively slowing down for good this time. All his tightened muscles release, and collapse onto the bed, his hands slowly dragging out of Mydei’s hair. Miraculously, he hasn’t passed out, but he’s far from lucid.
The elder, too, is not fully lucid, head needing to come down from the cloudy space he found himself in as Phainon used his face. He slowly realizes his hips bucking against the bed and he wills his dick to stop. He’s not gonna cum in his underwear.
After a minute in silence, Mydei pats Phainon’s leg and he flinches. The younger sits up on the bed, looking down at the elder. A couple drops of clear fluid run down his face.
“Holy shit, what the fuck was that?”
“You squirted on me,” Mydei states.
“I did what?!” Phainon yelps. Red blooms on his cheeks.
He wipes the cum off his face with the back of his hand. He smirks. “Don’t worry, it was cute.”
A sigh leaves his mouth as his head lands in his hands. Mydei shimmies up the bed and gently pries Phainon’s hands away from his face. A finger hooks under his chin and he looks up at the elder.
“It’s not something to be embarrassed of,” he voiced softly. “It just means you had a really intense orgasm. In fact, a lot of guys enjoy it when you squirt. Hell, one of the most honorable things for me is making a guy squirt.” Mydei gives a gentle laugh. “You’ve stroked my old man ego. I’m still in the game!”
The two of them chuckle as Mydei brings his arm up to flex like a show-off. The elder brings his hands down to softly run them down Phainon’s shoulders. “Do you want to do anything else?”
The younger grasps the hands on his shoulders. “Have you.. gotten off at all?”
Mydei lets out a chuckle. “It takes more for me to get aroused and get off. You kids are relentless and have infinite stamina. But yes, I’m hard.”
Phainon glances down to his boxers. “Can you teach me how to suck you off?”
A toned arm slips around Phainon’s waist and suddenly he’s spun around onto Mydei.
“Of course. Now get down there, puppy.”
The word just slips out of his mouth, immediately filling him with worry. Said worry is quickly quelled by a hitched breath, wide eyes, and a frantic nod. Phainon slips down his body the same way Mydei did.
“Boxers off.”
The younger, attempting to be sexy, takes his time prying off Mydei’s underwear. Once it gets to his thighs, though, he just yanks them off, leaving his cunt on full display.
Phainon stares entranced by his dick, a thick, full 3 inches long. Saliva pools on his tongue. “I didn’t think it was possible to get this big..”
Mydei smiles at the bit of drool leaking from the younger’s mouth and leans down to wipe it off, dragging Phainon’s eyes back up at him. “A decade and genetics will do that to you, kid.”
Phainon shakes his head with a strained look. “Ugh I don’t want to think about how big my father’s penis is.” He fake gags. It draws a laugh out of Mydei.
“Then get eating. Pull those folds apart with your thumbs and just explore with your tongue.”
Phainon shoots out a joking “Yes sir!” and Mydei is not going to think about how that makes him feel right now.
The younger pulls him apart and gets a good long look at him. He fiddles with the skin, accidentally squeezing at the shaft and drawing out a half-groan half-growl out of Mydei.
“Sorry!” He instinctively spurts.
Mydei sighs. “Just get your tongue on me.” It sounds more like a command than a complaint to Phainon. Heat pools in his belly.
He licks at his hole, trying out the bit of slick leaking from him. The taste isn’t unpleasant, but not pleasant either, mostly bitter and a bit salty. He sticks his tongue slightly in the hole, met with warm, wet muscle. The action hurts his jaw, though, so he retreats and starts licking around the folds, his mouth memorizing all of Mydei. A shuttered breath leaves the elder’s mouth. He drags his tongue up Mydei’s shaft and gives his head a kitten lick, making him hiss. Mydei’s hand flies to his hair and yanks his head back.
“Be careful there, it’s really sensitive.” The elder scratches his head, dragging rough fingers through his locks of hair. “But you’re doing really well, puppy. Go on, put your mouth on it.”
Phainon looks back down to his dick, suddenly more calmed by the hand in his hair. It gently nudges him forward, and he opens his mouth and downs the member in one go. His teeth graze the skin and the hand in his hair tightens immensely. He’s once again roughly yanked off his cock.
Mydei twitches above him and the hand in his hair loosens. “I apologize. Try to cover your teeth, okay?” He gives Phainon a quick pat on his head as he nods, then nudges him once again. Once again, Phainon takes all of him in one go, letting his cock sit on his tongue as he makes sure his teeth are covered and stay away.
“You can suck now, but start slow.”
Phainon follows the command and swallows, drawing a groan out of Mydei. He does it a few more times, hollowing his cheeks out around him.
“Good, now start licking arou-“ Mydei cuts himself off with a long moan as Phainon drags his tongue up to the tip with a suck. He swirls his tongue around and drags it up again.
“A-ah- Phainon- where’s your lube?” The younger pops off “Nightstand bottom drawer” and quickly goes back down on Mydei, licking at his hole before moving back up towards his cock.
The elder gently tugs him back to reach over to grab the lube, tossing it back to him. Phainon catches it with one hand. “Wait what do we need this for?”
“I’m not as wet as you are. Ten years, remember? You need a little help to finger me.” Mydei smirks.
Phainon’s eyes widen. “Oh.”
“You’ve ever done it yourself?”
Phainon glances away and back toward Mydei. “A couple times, but it doesn’t do anything for me. Like- It feels nice? But not sexually. Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing it wrong.” He feels a little shameful at his admission. As if it would be less embarrassing just admitting he has dysphoria and doesn’t like it.
“It’s alright, Phainon. That kind of sex isn’t for everyone, even cis women.” He pets the younger’s hair. “Do you have a strap harness and a dildo, though? I think you might enjoy fucking me.”
He goes red at Mydei’s bluntness. “Yeah, should- Should I grab it?”
Mydei chuckles. “Yes, you eager puppy. Go get your favorite toys.”
Phainon whines and then darts to his closet, snagging his (unused) harness and an average sized, skin colored toy. He sets them on the size of the bed before kneeling between Mydei's legs. He tosses over the lube again. “Don’t be shy with it, and start with one finger.”
Phainon makes sure to squirt a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, thoroughly coating his middle three. Mydei hikes his legs up and apart to give Phainon better access, and the younger leans down to his hole and slowly inserts his index finger. He feels around, the sensation of the hot, soft cavern against his wet finger unusual but not unpleasant. He hooks his finger up, trying to find that bundle of nerves he knows exists. It takes some digging around, along with quiet praises from Mydei, to find it. The elder sucks in a breath and lets out a small, low moan. Found it.
He pulls back and presses into the spot again, this time looking up at the elder. Mydei’s eyes are blown out and he’s lightly panting. Phainon has a feeling it might not actually be because of the stimulation..
He feels a hand run through his hair, a soft caress, and Mydei starts petting him. He looks back down to stretch the elder with his finger before prodding his hole with the second.
“You can put it in.”
The moment his middle finger starts to enter him, Mydei hisses. Phainon stops in his tracks and darts his head up. Mydei is grimacing.
“Gods, it’s been forever. You’re okay, pup. Put it all the way in, just leave it there when you do.” He sighs and rubs Phainon’s head. He slowly continues.
They wait together in silence before Mydei prompts Phainon to move and stretch him out, the younger occasionally hitting his pleasure spot. Mydei instructs Phainon to “get that mouth on his cock again”.
Two fingers in him and a dick in his mouth, Phainon looks up at him. His eyes are wide and puppy-like, his face is nervous and pleading, and his hair is ruffled from Mydei’s hand. In all of his years, he has never seen such a sight. He shines like a billion stars, and he’s grounded like a soul that feels like home.
“You’re beautiful.”
The words just slip out of his mouth. It shocks both of them, Mydei bashedly looking away with heat rising to his cheeks. Phainon whimpers around him and pulls off, resting his cheek along his thigh.
Insecurity jumps within him. “You.. really think so?”
He looks like he’s about to cry, and Mydei rushes to affirm him. “Of course, I don’t lie. Perhaps, this is the most stunning sight I’ve seen in all my life.”
It’s Phainon’s turn to look away flustered. He’s truly speechless. So, he turns to prod again at Mydei’s pleasure spot and continues to stretch him. “Will I look better in you?”
The elder lets out a groan. “Get inside me. Now.”
He nearly yanks his fingers out of him with another quick “Yes sir!”. He fumbles with the straps of the harness, but gets it on just as Mydei starts to stretch his hand out to help. He slips the cock in and quickly lubes it up. His eagerness drips intoxicatingly through Mydei. He settles against his hole and with a countdown from 3, he sheaths fully in one long go. They both let out a breathy moan.
“Are you oka-“
Phainon’s hips jerk with a twist of his nipples before he can finish his question. A small yelp leaves his lips and he feels himself shift forward. Mydei begins to practically bend himself in half to drag his tongue over his nipple. He presses his cock further into the elder with a moan. It baffles him that Mydei is able to fold himself at all.
The elder swaps sides, fully engulfing his other nipple with a suck. He makes sure both are stimulated, though, his finger twisting and playing with the other. Phainon takes his action as the answer to his unfinished question and pulls his hips slightly back. He pushes forward, fucking himself deep into Mydei.
Every suck, touch, lick has Phainon’s hips jerking. His thrusts start slow and deep, yet quickly become frantic and rough. He’s uncoordinated, unsure if he’s even doing this right, but it’s impossible to think about with the overwhelming stimulation. Mydei is moaning against him, though, so he must be doing something correct. Eventually, Mydei pulls off with a groan and lays back, huffing with Phainon’s thrusts.
“Calm, kid. Calm.”
Phainon halts in him, panting. He’s suddenly aware of the tears streaming down his face and his cunt clenching around nothing. Wetness drips down his thighs. His throat hurts. Did he cum? How loud was he? What just happened?
Phainon looks bashedly down at Mydei. “Are you okay? Was I too much?”
The elder snorts and pushes on his shoulder. “Back up, my back needs a break.” He inches back, realizing he has Mydei practically pinned in a mating press. He slips out to help lower him onto the bed. A pillow is slipped under his hips to help support him.
“I’m sorry,” Phainon whispers, not meeting his eyes.
“Look at me.” He whips his head up. “Nothing to be sorry about. Sometimes we just need a change in position.” Mydei smirks at him. “I can’t nibble these from here though.” He flicks at a nipple, drawing a half yelp half moan from the younger.
He uses the back of Phainon’s neck to pull him into a steamy kiss. A bottle of lube materializes in Phainon’s hand. “Slick up and get back in me, puppy.”
He takes his entrance slowly again, this time attentive to their positions. This time, his eyes stay tracked on Mydei, observing his every reaction. He looks… blissful.
Phainon doesn’t even notice he’s fully sheathed until his hips bonk into Mydei’s, drawing out a slight chuckle from the elder. They stay like that for a moment, gazing at each other, like nothing else exists in the world.
Mydei leans up to give a chaste kiss and sinks into the pillow. His hands land gently on Phainon’s hips.
“Move a little, pup.” Mydei guides his hips back and then in again.
The thrusts are slow, but neither of them seem to want more. Their mouths find each other again, dancing in an andante waltz. Phainon’s arms slip under Mydei’s back in a possessive hold. It’s firm, not painful, and the grasp burns an unknown feeling in Mydei’s heart.
Phainon’s mouth drags from the elder’s down his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in its wake. Hushed moans leave his mouth, prompting the younger to suck and nip. The thrusts pick up the pace, and the hands guide his hips to change angle. Mydei lets out a proper moan, finally feeling the piston against that pleasure point. His head dips to the side, bearing his neck to accept more of Phainon.
It could be a mere minute or multiple hours before Mydei feels his pleasure stagnate, absorbed too much in the moment. His hand finds itself on his cock, taking the member between two wettened fingers. He hisses between moans every time a finger drags over the tip. The stimulation and Phainon’s teeth sinking into his skin are enough to swiftly take him over the edge. He spurts on Phainon’s cock with a low wail. Everything quickly becomes too much, and he’s pushing at the younger’s shoulder.
“Too much too much- Off boy!”
Phainon immediately slips out and hides his face in Mydei’s shoulder. Mydei manhandles him up onto his lap, swiftly disposing of the harness and drags his fingers through his slick. He repeats his own actions and jerks Phainon quickly to completion. With a full body tense, the younger moans and collapses onto him. He heaves into his shoulder, and tears wetten his shoulder.
The two of them lay in heavy silence, only the scent of sex and the sound of breathing filling the room.
Phainon mumbles something into Mydei’s shoulder.
“Repeat that?”
There’s a soft punch against his chest and Mydei laughs. “I didn’t hear it this time! I promise.”
The younger lugs his head out of his shoulders and looks timidly into his eyes. “I said ‘thank you’.”
It stuns Mydei into a moment of silence. He raises an eyebrow and rubs at Phainon’s back. “What for?”
The younger sputters, “I don’t know! Being good at sex? I didn’t know what to say!”
Mydei heaves in a full body laugh and heat blooms on Phainon’s face. He punches Mydei in the chest again. “Stop laughing! What do you even say after fucking someone?”
Tender eyes meet Phainon’s. “Probably something about cleaning up or loving someone.” A gentle hand pushes Phainon off of him. Mydei sits up and stretches, feeling his back pop. “I’ll get a washcloth. Don’t argue- I need to stand up anyways.” Phainon shuts his mouth and lays on his side. With Mydei momentarily gone, the feeling of sweat and cum starts to set in. He shivers at the grossness.
The next couple minutes are a flash in both men’s minds. Cleaning is smooth and pajamas are quickly thrown on. They are brought back to one another when the bed dips beside Phainon. He’s met with Mydei’s eyes.
“Are you doing alright?”
The younger grins. “Better than alright.” He turns onto his side, laying his arm over Mydei’s stomach. “ You’re amazing.”
You’re beautiful.
Mydei’s lips twitch up at the comment. He mimics Phainon’s move and turns toward him. “You mesmerize me.”
“Can you stay the night?” The words are blurted out before Phainon even realizes. The hand over Mydei’s stomach leaps to cover his mouth. His pupils dart everywhere except him.. “Sorry, sorry, you probably don-“
“Yes, I’ll stay the night.”
Honestly, it shocks Mydei too, the choice. In the past, he would never stay the night after a hookup. But he also said he wouldn’t ever sleep with someone as young as Phainon. Maybe it's a night for firsts.
They shift around so Mydei is nuzzling Phainon’s shoulder and his body is pressed against Phainon’s back. The slight height difference between them makes him look like a kitten clinging onto a great dane.
Phainon being enveloped by Mydei provides him a sense of care he’s never had. Sure, he’s dated around, slept on the same bed as someone, but it’s never felt quite.. normal. He loves his parents, family, and friends. He has loved his past partners. He loves his pets. Yet, nothing is quite like being held by a lover.
A lover, huh?
Mydei hasn’t cuddled with someone in this way for years. Not even his daughter as a toddler, when they slept together, wanted to be touched in her sleep. When she had a nightmare, all she wanted was his presence. Phainon wanted cuddles after a mere act of sex. The man smells like vanilla, his ears flick when he breathes on them, he radiates warmth, his hair is as soft as their blanket. He can let himself indulge for one night.
His phone buzzes on the nightstand.
“One sec-“ “You can get it-“ They start simultaneously, cutting one another off before letting out soft giggles. Mydei reaches across Phainon to snag his phone, being blinded by the screen as he unlocks it. He rushes to turn the brightness down before he damages his retinas.
Athena ❤️
> can i stay over at isabels house tonight? theyre doing movie night
Mydei huffs softly. Phainon rolls over towards him.
“Mind if I ask what is it?” He can pick out bits of a smile on Mydei’s face illuminated by the phone.
The elder rolls his eyes, but it’s clear he’s being playful. “Just my daughter asking to stay over at her friend’s house tonight.”
“Well, can she?” His head tilts like a puppy.
“Well, would you rather I admit that ‘I won’t be home until tomorrow’? She’s 13, she’ll take the hint.”
Phainon fake gags dramatically, pointing into his widened mouth with his finger and then drops back on the bed. He’s died.
Mydei laughs and turns back to his phone. “Friend’s house it is.”
He types a quick response and then tosses his phone to the other side of the bed. He pushes Phainon back on his side and resumes his kitten hold around the great dane.
“Is she going-“
Mydei shushes him. “Questions in morning, sleep now.”
Phainon relaxes his body, laying his hand over the elder’s arm. He’s not sure how much he’ll be able to sleep with Mydei behind him, enveloping him. Maybe he can try a little bit.
Mydei quickly drifts off to sleep, Phainon soon following.