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The morning began with the smell of fried onions and garlic. Mydei stood at the stove in his favorite pink robe — short, barely covering his thighs, made of soft silk that slid pleasantly over his skin with every movement — stirring pieces of meat in a skillet with a wooden spatula. Today he had decided to make his husband's favorite stew: with beef, sweet peppers, and tomato paste. Hephaestion was supposed to come home from work by seven, so there was still plenty of time, and Mydei planned to create a perfect evening — delicious food, candles, maybe even the wine they had bought last month and saved for a special occasion.
He turned to the sink to rinse his hands and turned on the faucet. The water ran in a steady stream, but instead of going down the drain, it began to pool in the sink. Mydei waited a couple of seconds — maybe it was just a delay? But the water kept rising. He hastily shut off the faucet, grabbed the plunger, and started working it vigorously, pressing down on the rubber cup. The dirty water gurgled and stayed put. He tried again — no result. Bits of onion skin and small crumbs floated on the surface. Mydei irritably tossed the plunger aside and wiped his hands on a towel. His mood was ruined.
The call to the service center took only a couple of seconds. A pleasant female voice on the other end of the line took down the address, promised to send a technician within an hour, and quoted the call-out fee. Mydei agreed without really listening — he didn't care, as long as it got fixed. He hung up and surveyed the kitchen. On the stove sat a skillet with half-cooked meat. The vegetables were waiting their turn. In the sink, murky water stood still. Mydei sighed and started clearing the work surfaces so the technician would have room to work.
In the remaining time, he managed to tidy himself up: he combed his hair, adjusted the straps of his robe, and tightened the belt. Then he wondered whether he should change into something more concealing. The plumber — a stranger; it was a bit awkward to meet him almost naked. But Mydei glanced at the clock, figured the technician would arrive any minute, and decided it was fine as it was. After all, he was in his own home. He had the right to wear whatever he wanted. Besides, the robe was long enough — at least when Mydei stood upright.
When the doorbell rang, Mydei hurried to open it. On the threshold stood a man. Very tall — Mydei, who was not short himself, had to tilt his head back to meet his eyes. The man had broad shoulders, wrapped in a blue uniform jacket with the company logo on the chest. But what captivated Mydei most were his eyes, a deep, saturated blue; if it were possible, Mydei would have drowned in them. In one hand he carried a large metal toolbox, and in the other, a tablet with the work order.
"Hello," the man smiled brightly when the door opened. "Plumber. You called? A clog in the kitchen?" He continued to smile brightly, a smile Mydei might even have called silly, but it was more charming than anything.
"Yes, I did," Mydei stepped aside, letting him into the hallway. "Come in. The kitchen is straight down the hall."
The man — judging by the name badge on his jacket, his name was Phainon — nodded and walked inside. Mydei closed the door and for a second leaned his back against it, studying the guest from behind. He had a nice figure: even under the jacket it was obvious that Phainon was muscular, maybe not as much as he was, but still impressive. He smelled of something fresh — not cologne, more like soap with a light pine scent.
Mydei pulled himself together. What was he thinking? He had a husband, and here he was checking out the plumber as if he were some kind of stripper.
In the kitchen, Phainon had already set his toolbox on the floor, opened it, and was now crouching down, inspecting the pipes under the sink. Mydei leaned against the doorframe, crossed his arms, and watched. Or rather, he tried to watch the process, but his gaze kept slipping from the pipes to the plumber's back, to the way the fabric of his jacket stretched over his shoulders when he reached for a valve, to his hands — strong, with long fingers that skillfully worked a wrench.
"The problem is deeper than it looks," Phainon said without turning around. "Not just a clog. Your pipe is old, there's a leak at the joint with the trap. Plus the trap itself is clogged. I'll take it off and clean it, and the joint will need to be sealed."
"Do whatever you need to," Mydei replied. "Want some coffee?"
Phainon paused for a moment and turned his head. His eyes slid over Mydei's figure — the pink robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the bare legs, the bare feet with neat pedicure — and returned to his face.
"I wouldn't say no," he replied. Phainon tried not to look at him, but Mydei still saw him sneaking glances, blushing.
Mydei smiled and turned to the coffee machine. Now he definitely felt Phainon looking at him without averting his gaze, like a light tingling between his shoulder blades. And he liked it very much. He caught himself moving slower than necessary, letting the robe slide over his hips. When he reached for a cup on the lower shelf, the hem hiked up even higher, revealing the very top of his thigh, where there was no fabric left, just bare skin.
His fingers wrapped around the coffee can, but instead of standing up right away, he froze in that position, slightly arching his back and pushing out his buttocks. Now his pussy was fully visible from below. The outer lips, soft and smooth, spread apart, revealing the inner ones — a darker, deep pink, already swollen and glistening with the moisture that had seeped out. The folds opened up like a flower just from Phainon's gaze alone.
"Sugar or no sugar?" he asked, turning to face him.
Phainon's face was red as a tomato; he kept opening and closing his mouth, and Mydei saw how hard he was sighing. Realizing he'd been caught peeking, Phainon quickly shifted his gaze to Mydei's face.
"Wh-what?" His voice came out louder than necessary.
"I asked, do you want coffee with sugar or without?" Mydei couldn't help but smile; Phainon was so adorable, his wide, uncomprehending eyes almost made Mydei laugh, but he held back.
"Ah... with sugar, please." Phainon muttered something else under his breath that Mydei didn't catch, and returned to his work.
Mydei made two cups. By this point, Phainon had already managed to remove the trap and was now shaking some disgusting sludge into the trash bin — bits of food, congealed grease, and small debris. Mydei grimaced at the thought that all of that had been in his pipes.
"Haven't cleaned in a while?" Phainon tried to lighten the mood.
"Not once, honestly. My husband and I moved here six months ago, and before that everything worked." Mydei handed the cup to Phainon.
"Husband," Phainon repeated, accepting the cup. His fingers momentarily brushed Mydei's. His skin was warm and slightly rough. He took a sip of coffee, looking at Mydei over the rim of the cup.
"He's at work right now, back by seven," Mydei added casually.
"I see..." Phainon drawled. He set the cup down and returned to the pipes.
Now he needed to look deeper — where the pipe connected to the standpipe. It was an awkward spot, right under the sink, and almost no light from the kitchen reached it.
"I'll need a flashlight," he said. "I want to inspect the joint. It's deep."
"Of course, you can lie down; the floor is clean," Mydei replied.
Phainon lowered himself to the floor. First to his knees, then, holding onto the cabinet door, he lay on his back and slid his head under the sink. His shoulders almost completely disappeared into the opening, and his legs in heavy boots remained sticking out.
Mydei slowly stepped closer. His bare feet moved silently over the cool tile. He positioned himself directly over Phainon — so that the plumber's head was exactly between his spread legs, pretending to be wiping something on the counter. If Phainon had turned his head and looked up, he would have seen Mydei from an entirely different angle. Mydei knew this. He knew and didn't move. His heart beat faster, his pulse throbbing somewhere in his throat.
The robe had ridden up even higher in this pose. The hem had slid up his thighs, revealing the inner side — smooth, hairless, with tender, slightly paler skin. Above, in the shadows, was his pussy. Mydei felt himself getting wet between his legs. The arousal he'd been pushing away for the last ten minutes surged back with new force. He imagined how it looked from below: the pink fabric of the robe parting, and between his legs — exposed, unprotected flesh, moist and swollen.
Phainon, meanwhile, had stopped shining the flashlight. His hand froze. Mydei saw him slowly turn his head. His eyes met what was right above him.
The plumber's gaze lingered. Mydei saw his gaze slide along the inner thighs, stop at the folds of the pussy, at the glistening moisture already seeping between them. Phainon looked as if he'd forgotten why he'd come here in the first place.
Mydei widened his stance. Now the pussy was fully visible: the swollen outer lips, framed by light, neatly trimmed hairs; between them, the tender inner ones, a darker shade of pink. The clitoris had already started throbbing and emerging from its hood, like a tiny pearl. The folds glistened with moisture. A drop of slick trickled down his inner thigh, leaving a trail. Mydei did nothing — just stood there and let him look.
Phainon didn't move. Only his chest was rising faster, and the hand holding the flashlight had turned white from tension. Then he exhaled and abruptly sat up, pulling himself out from under the sink. His face was now level with Mydei's thighs. Mydei could feel his hot breath on his skin.
Phainon raised his eyes. Their gazes met. In Phainon's eyes, you could see a hunger incomparable to anything. Mydei smiled with the corner of his lips — an innocent smile that completely contrasted with what was happening between his legs.
"Something wrong with the pipes?" he asked quietly, his voice coming out hoarse.
"The pipes are fine," Phainon answered. His own voice had dropped lower. "But you..."
"What about me?"
"You..." he trailed off. Instead of answering, he slowly raised a hand and ran his fingers along the inside of Mydei's thigh, just above the knee. The touch was almost weightless, but it sent a shiver through Mydei's body. The finger slid higher, stopping a millimeter from the wet folds. Phainon froze, as if asking for permission.
Mydei didn't pull away. So the finger moved further and touched him there. Mydei let out a stifled moan, biting his lip. The sensation was so pleasant that he leaned a hand on the kitchen island to keep from falling. Phainon ran a finger along the entire length of the folds, from the entrance to the clit, gathering the moisture. The slick was thick and clear, stretching behind his finger in a thin strand. Phainon looked at it, then brought his finger to his lips and tasted it.
"You even taste..." he started, but didn't finish. Mydei grabbed him by the hair and made him stand up.
Phainon rose to his full height and pulled Mydei close. Their faces were just inches apart.
"You're married," he said. It sounded like one last attempt.
"Forget about that. Just kiss me already."
That was all Phainon needed to hear. He leaned in and kissed Mydei. His tongue slid into his mouth, and Mydei responded in kind, tasting coffee and something else — probably himself. Phainon's hands slipped under the robe and rested on his buttocks, squeezing them. Mydei moaned into the kiss, pressing his whole body against him. A hard cock, still hidden in his pants, pressed against his belly, and from the realization that he wanted this too, Mydei's knees buckled.
The kiss lasted a long time. When they pulled apart, both were breathing heavily. Phainon tugged the straps of the robe off Mydei's shoulders, and the silk slid down, pooling at his feet in a pink puddle. Mydei was left completely naked. His body — toned, with soft curves, fair skin, dark pink nipples, and red tattoos snaking along his ribs and down to his thighs. And between his legs, in a triangle of light hair, his wet pussy, with its protruding clit and moist folds.
Phainon stepped back half a pace to take him in fully. His hungry gaze slid over Mydei's body — slowly, memorizing every detail. Then he took off his top and threw it on the floor. Now Mydei could see his torso: muscular, with clearly defined abs, dark nipples on a broad chest. His skin was smooth and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. He unbuckled his belt, took off his pants and boxers, and his cock — big, hard, with a swollen head — sprang free, pressing against his stomach.
Mydei licked his lips.
"Come here," Phainon whispered, and scooping Mydei up by the buttocks, he sat him on the kitchen island. Mydei found himself sitting on the cool countertop, legs spread. Phainon stood between them and kissed him again — this time on the neck. His lips slid lower, to the collarbone, then to the chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking, while simultaneously teasing the other with his fingers. Mydei moaned, letting his head fall back. The sensations were sharp: a warm, wet mouth on his nipple, fingers on the other, and between his legs — an emptiness that demanded to be filled.
Phainon moved lower. His lips traveled over the stomach, over the tattoos, kissed the navel. Then he dropped to his knees, and his face was directly in front of Mydei's pussy. He looked at it for several seconds, then leaned in and ran his tongue along the inner thigh, licking up a drop of slick that was still trickling down. The tongue moved higher — to the folds. He parted them with his tongue and slipped inside.
Mydei moaned loudly, but immediately bit his lip so as not to wake the neighbors. Phainon's tongue was insistent. It moved inside, exploring, tasting, sometimes going deep, sometimes returning to the entrance. Then he switched to the clit — circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth and started sucking, with light pressure. Mydei arched his back and gripped the edge of the countertop. His thighs trembled from the sensations, his breathing became rapid.
"Don't stop," he breathed out. "Please, don't stop."
Phainon didn't stop. He continued to pleasure him with his mouth, adding fingers — first one, then two. They slid inside easily, because Mydei was so wet that the slick was running down the inside of his thighs and dripping onto the floor. Phainon moved his fingers, finding the right angle, the one that made Mydei start gasping. His fingers curled, pressing against the front wall, while at the same time his tongue kept working the clit — circling, sucking, tapping with the tip.
Mydei felt the tension building inside. It was like a tight spring that compressed tighter and tighter with every movement. His muscles began to contract involuntarily, his thighs squeezed around Phainon's head. He buried his fingers in Phainon's hair and pulled him closer.
"I'm about to..." he started, but couldn't finish. The orgasm washed over him, making him clench around Phainon's fingers. He cried out louder than he meant to, and his body arched. Waves of pleasure rolled one after another, from the clit to the stomach and back, and Phainon kept pleasuring him, prolonging the sensations until Mydei went limp, panting heavily and trembling.
Phainon rose from his knees. His mouth and chin glistened with Mydei's slick. He licked his lips, looking at Mydei, and the gesture was utterly obscene.
"Now you," Mydei whispered, still unable to catch his breath. "I want you inside me. Right now."
"Condom first," Phainon replied. His voice was hoarse with arousal. "Do you have any?"
"Yes, wait here; I'll go to the bedroom." Mydei jumped off the island, but his legs buckled, and he had to grab the counter. Phainon steadied him by the elbow. Mydei ran out of the kitchen, feeling the arousal still pulsing in his lower belly, and returned a minute later with a small foil square. He handed it to Phainon.
Phainon tore open the wrapper, and Mydei watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock. It was big: long and thick, with a pronounced head that glistened from the lubricant on the condom. Mydei imagined how it would feel inside, and his pussy clenched in anticipation.
"How do you want it?" Phainon asked.
"From behind. First from behind."
Mydei turned and leaned his hands on the kitchen island. He arched his back, pushed out his buttocks, and spread his legs. His pussy, still wet and open after the orgasm, was completely exposed. The position was obscenely revealing, but Mydei didn't care. He wanted to feel him deep inside.
Phainon stood behind him. With one hand, he took hold of Mydei's waist, and with the other, guided his cock. The head touched the entrance, and Mydei moaned, pushing back, impaling himself. Phainon entered slowly, centimeter by centimeter, letting him adjust to the size. Mydei felt himself stretching from inside, felt his muscles wrap around the cock, pulsing. It was delicious — the feeling of fullness he had missed so much.
"Deeper," he breathed out. "Go deeper."
Phainon pushed in all the way and paused for a moment, letting them both get used to it. Then he started to move. Slowly at first, smooth thrusts where the cock pulled almost all the way out and then sank back to the base. Mydei moaned in rhythm, resting his forehead on his folded hands on the counter. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through his stomach, and he felt the arousal building up inside again.
Phainon sped up. His fingers gripped Mydei's waist tighter, leaving red marks on the skin. The sounds filled the kitchen: wet slaps of skin on skin, squelching sounds — Mydei's slick was so abundant that there was a whole puddle on the floor, and it kept dripping with every thrust. Phainon leaned in and tenderly kissed Mydei between the shoulder blades.
"You're so tight," he whispered. "So warm inside."
Mydei just moaned louder in response. He started moving to meet him, impaling himself on the cock with each thrust, and the rhythm grew even faster. Phainon began pounding into him with such force that the kitchen island scraped across the tile. Mydei felt the second orgasm approaching — this time deeper. His muscles started to clench around the cock.
"I'm gonna come," he breathed out. "Come with me. Please."
Phainon made a few more sharp, deep thrusts, and when Mydei cried out, clenching around him in orgasm, he came too — with a low, guttural groan, pulling Mydei close. Mydei felt his cock pulsing inside, and it prolonged his own orgasm for a few more seconds. Waves of pleasure rolled one after another, and he forgot how to breathe.
They stood like that for several minutes, not moving. Phainon was still inside, and Mydei felt his cock gradually softening. Then Phainon carefully pulled out, removed the condom, tied it off, and threw it in the trash. Mydei straightened up and turned to him. Both were breathing heavily. Sweat dripped from their bodies.
"That was..." Phainon began, but didn't finish.
"Wait," Mydei interrupted. "I'm not done yet."
He dropped to his knees in front of Phainon. His eyes were level with the cock, which was already starting to fill with blood again. Mydei took it in his hand — the skin was hot and velvety — and ran his tongue over the head, tasting it. Salty, with a hint of latex. He circled the entire head with his tongue, then took it into his mouth, sucked it in, and began to suck. Phainon groaned and braced a hand on the counter.
Mydei took his time. He pleasured the cock with his mouth, hands, lips. His head moved back and forth, sliding down to the middle, then to the base. He relaxed his throat and let the cock go deeper, feeling the head touch the back of his throat. Phainon buried his fingers in Mydei's hair, but didn't push — just held on.
"God," he whispered. "You..."
Mydei didn't answer — his mouth was busy. He moved faster, using his hand at the base of the cock to help. Saliva dripped down his chin, but he didn't care. He wanted Phainon to come in his mouth, wanted to taste it. After a few minutes, Phainon warned:
"I'm about to..."
Mydei only sucked him in harder, and Phainon came — with a muffled groan, spilling into his throat. Mydei swallowed every drop without pulling away, and only then released the cock, which was still twitching. He licked his lips and looked up at Phainon.
"Now it's done," he said with a satisfied smile.
Phainon shook his head, still breathing heavily. He helped Mydei up from his knees and kissed him — gently, with gratitude.
"I need to finish with the pipe," he said, pulling away.
"Seriously?" Mydei laughed. "After everything that just happened?"
"Well, yeah; I can't leave you here with this problem."
And he actually went back to the sink. He pulled on his pants — just the pants, no underwear — and lay back down on the floor, this time without his shirt. Mydei, still naked, sat on a chair and simply watched as this incredible man tightened nuts, applied sealant, installed a new gasket, and checked the connections. His movements were just as precise and confident as half an hour ago, but now Mydei could see the red marks from his own fingernails on Phainon's back, and the sight gave him a special kind of pleasure.
Ten minutes later, Phainon turned on the water. It ran in a smooth stream and quickly drained away. He checked again, waited, turned off the water, and got up from the floor.
"Done," he said, wiping his hands on a towel. "You can check."
Mydei went to the sink and turned on the faucet. The water drained perfectly. No leaks.
"It really works. You're so clever," he said, winking at Phainon.
"I just did my job," Phainon replied, his cheeks burning from the compliment.
He began gathering his tools. Mydei slipped the robe back on and tied the belt. He watched as Phainon fastened his toolbox, put on his shirt and jacket, becoming once again the plumber who had arrived an hour ago.
"Thank you," Mydei said, seeing him to the door. "For the pipes. And for everything else."
Phainon turned at the threshold. His eyes met Mydei's, and again a warmth flickered in them.
"If anything comes up — call. The work has a six-month warranty."
"I'll definitely call."
Phainon nodded and left. The door closed.
Mydei was alone. He stood for a moment, listening to the silence of the apartment, then went back to the kitchen. He opened the window, letting in fresh air. He picked up the overturned cup, wiped the coffee stain from the counter. Mydei began tidying up, humming to himself.
By seven in the evening, the apartment was clean, the kitchen was shining, and a new stew was simmering on the stove. Mydei set the table in the dining room: two plates, glasses, a bottle of wine, candles. He himself changed into house pants and a light sweater — he didn't want his husband to immediately notice the marks on his thighs left by Phainon's fingers.
The jingle of keys in the lock came at exactly seven-fifteen. The door opened, and Hephaestion walked into the hallway — his face tired after a workday. He kicked off his shoes, hung up his coat, and went into the dining room.
"You're a miracle." Hephaestion smiled and sat at the table. He looked tired but content. Mydei poured him wine and served the food. Hephaestion tasted it and closed his eyes in pleasure. "Divine. Better than a restaurant."
Mydei sat opposite, took his own glass, and watched his husband eat. Hephaestion suspected nothing. He talked about what had happened at the meeting today. Mydei nodded, smiled, asked follow-up questions. Inside, the flame from the day's events still flickered, but he was calm and happy. He had a husband he loved very much. And he had a secret that would remain his alone.
"By the way," Hephaestion said, pushing his empty plate aside, "I noticed the sink isn't leaking anymore? Did you call a plumber?"
"Yes," Mydei answered, taking a sip of wine. "One came. Very professional. Fixed everything quickly."
"Great. Give him my thanks."
"I definitely will," Mydei said, and a glint flashed in his eyes that his husband didn't catch.
They spent the rest of the evening on the couch, watching some old movie. Hephaestion hugged Mydei by the shoulders, and Mydei snuggled up to him, feeling the warmth of his body. Outside, it was getting dark. The apartment was quiet and cozy. And only the drop of dried sealant on the tile floor under the sink, which Mydei had forgotten to wipe away, could have told what had happened there during the day. But nobody noticed it.