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“No offense, little lion,” Cipher drawled, swiping her fry across a dollop of ketchup before putting it in her mouth. “But what do you even see in your boyfriend, anyway?”
“Cipher,” Castorice said chidingly, “Don’t talk about Phainon that way. He's a great guy.”
Cipher rolled her eyes, “You’re just saying that because he proofreads your fanfiction and helps out at your booth at cons. Of course you're biased.”
While Castorice’s face turned red, Cipher added defensively, “And I'm not trying to insult him either! The guy’s just a total nerd, and let's be honest here. Isn't he out of Mydei's league?”
“What's with you suddenly questioning my dating choices?” Mydei asked. It was a Tuesday afternoon and they were at a fast food joint eating fast food that was far too greasy for Mydei's liking, but he only tagged along because Cipher insisted. The topic of Mydei’s love life had come totally out of nowhere.
“Well, you and Phainon are very different,” Hyacine commented, taking a sip of her cola, “You're quite stylish, Mydei. And Phainon’s… Phainon. His fashion tastes are quite questionable.”
“Abysmal, is the word you're looking for,” Cipher snorted. Castorice nodded in agreement.
Mydei sighed. He couldn't argue with that. Phainon favoured his ugly hoodies and graphic tees with bizarre images printed on them, and the only reason Mydei said and did nothing was because Mydei loved him.
“Speaking of you two, how did you even start dating?” Cipher asked, peering at him curiously, “I can't imagine how the little nerd asked you out on a date. Enlighten us.”
“I was the one who asked him out, actually,” Mydei answered. Phainon was too dense to make the first move, after all.
All three pairs of eyes at the table stared at him. Clearly, they seemed to have thought the opposite.
“Why?” Castorice asked first.
“I liked him, obviously.”
Cipher was looking at him like he'd grown a second head. “Liked him? Phainon, the nerdiest nerd on this campus who dresses himself like he wants to blind everyone on the street?”
“Stop calling him a nerd.”
“Can't help it, dude. With those thick, square-framed glasses, he fits the stereotype to a tee.”
Mydei liked Phainon's glasses, though. Glancing at the expressions his friends were wearing, he was a little confused. “I don't get why you're all so surprised.”
“I mean, your interests don't really align, do they?” Hyacine wondered, “Last I recalled, Phainon likes collecting antiques, doesn't he?”
He did. In fact, he was quite literally obsessed with it. Phainon would often bring home an antique or a trinket he found fascinating before showing it off to Mydei and prattle on about things like its texture, its quality, its rarity. He could go on for hours about how valuable it was and how happy he'd snagged it off the shelf.
Phainon liked gaming, too. He played a variety of games Mydei had only heard about, though whenever Phainon cajoled him into playing with him Mydei was mainly interested in relaxing games like those where they allowed you to cook or bake. Besides that, Mydei didn't quite understand either when Phainon talked about scummy pity systems or horse girls.
Whenever he rambled on about his hobbies, Mydei had to pretend he understood what he was talking about. Half the time, he didn't. But he thought Phainon being excited about something he so clearly enjoyed was cute. Attractive, even.
Fine. Maybe he was turned on by it too, but that was something he didn't feel the need to reveal to his friends. They were already being judgemental enough about his dating choices, Cipher, especially. Besides, they did share one interest, which was going to the gym.
“I’d wager you're only dating him for his looks, but you're not that kind of guy… and Phainon? Well, he's pretty tall, but his atrocious hoodies and thick geek glasses kinda ruin it.”
Hyacine giggled, "Phainon always gets shy when Mydei shows him any affection. I think it's rather cute."
"Psh. That's an understatement. He always looks close to exploding," Cipher jeered, "Poor nerd."
“Either way,” Castorice said, “Phainon's really thoughtful and caring. I'm sure he treats you really well since you're his boyfriend, Mydei.”
Hyacine and Cipher didn't argue with that, turning to look at him expectantly.
“Sure,” Mydei said absentmindedly. He was lying. Phainon was friendly to friends and other people, of course. Behind closed doors, he only showed the mean side of himself to Mydei.
Sigh. It wasn't as if he could tell anyone, though. He knew no one would believe him. They all had it etched in their minds that Phainon was some big, harmless dog. They couldn't be more wrong.
“I’m dating him because I'm attracted to him,” Mydei huffed. He needed to clear things up now before Cipher and the others got the wrong impression. “I like all of him, and yes, Cipher, even his horrible taste in clothes. You haven't even seen the worst of it.”
Cipher chortled, “God, you must've been brainwashed hard, then. And here I thought the little nerd was down bad.”
Mydei shook his head. This wasn't the first time he'd been told this. Even his childhood friend group had a similar reaction and claimed they were like oil and water.
However, he didn't think himself out of Phainon's league. He was also genuinely surprised Phainon wasn't more popular on campus. Before they became official, Mydei had believed he would've had competitors.
Honestly, why wouldn't he? Phainon was the whole package. He was cute, was hot, was unbelievably smart—not just anybody could study aerospace engineering—and was willing to give Mydei the world. Mydei even got turned on by Phainon explaining complicated physics to him even though none of the knowledge actually processed in his brain. At this point, he knew there could be no one else. He was doomed to be with Phainon for life.
Not like he was complaining. Phainon was an excellent lover, in the sense that could not be discussed in a public setting.
“What's with that look on your face, little lion?”
He was missing Phainon. Since his midterms had just ended, his boyfriend was at home and was probably gaming like he told Mydei he would. He needed to take care of his vision better, but Phainon unfortunately had an addiction. “None of your business,” Mydei said.
He wanted to go home and see Phainon.
He checked his phone. An image of Phainon's bleary visage greeted him, with mussed hair and his mouth half-open in a yawn. He looked so stupid. Mydei's lips quirked up a bit whenever he looked at his lockscreen, then it turned into a frown when he noticed the time and the lack of text notifications from a certain someone.
Mydei needed to go. “I'll get going now,” he announced to his friends, rising from his seat. “See you.”
“Going back to your boyfriend, Mydei?” Hyacine teased.
Mydei nodded solemnly. “I need to kick his ass off the PC before he needs thicker glasses.”
Mydei unlocked the front door and made a beeline towards the bedroom.
He could hear the click-clack of fingers on a keyboard. Phainon was seated at his desk, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as the glare of light from his PC screen reflected on his glasses. When he heard the door click open, his gaze tore away and his eyes lit up when they met Mydei's. “Mydei! You're back. How was your outing?’
“I had fun,” Mydei answered simply. He strode over until he was standing behind Phainon, resting one arm on the top of his chair. “What have you been up to all afternoon?”
Phainon immediately brightened. “Well, I was on a Discord VC with some of my friends—you know Stelle and Caelus?—and we played Fortnite together. There were new skins I wanted to check out.”
“Mhm.”
“Then they had to leave so I logged onto Star Rail. It's that gacha game I've been telling you about. The preload for the new character banner just released and I still had mats to grind. I didn't win the fifty-fifty the last time so I'm guaranteed for this character— He's really cool, by the way, he's a prince of a warrior nation.”
“Uh-huh. That's nice, dear.” I want you to eat me out.
“Then I've been on Minecraft for the last— one, two hours? Remember how I built a library last time? I've been building a treehouse,” Phainon clicked on his mouse a few times, turning his head to look at Mydei, “Wanna see my progre—”
Phainon’s voice trailed off into a surprised squeak as Mydei leaned down to kiss the side of Phainon's neck. He ghosted his lips against the sun tattoo Phainon had gotten on a whim as a teenager, which in Mydei's humble opinion was undoubtedly the best decision he ever made. It looked good on him.
“Mydei—”
Mydei turned the chair around and climbed onto Phainon's lap, wrapping his arms around Phainon's shoulders. He was wearing his favourite hoodie, mustard yellow in colour and probably a disgrace to the fashion industry, but Mydei didn't care about that as he let an arm wander downwards.
He slipped a hand up Phainon's hoodie. Phainon was taller than average, even taller by a tiny margin than Mydei, but with his other hobbies he didn't seem like the type to work out so no one had suspected as such, and his choice of baggy clothing only supported the general assumption.
Mydei had been the same, at first. He wouldn't have minded at all anyway no matter what Phainon's body looked like, but the first time he'd initiated contact and felt underneath Phainon's shirt, the last thing he'd expected was to feel the toned surface of rock hard abs.
The same could be said for the broad width of his shoulders and the sculpted biceps concealed beneath loose sleeves. Suffice to say, Mydei had an enjoyable time exploring the rest of Phainon's body that night.
Mydei grinned. “You can show me your treehouse later,” he murmured, fingers grazing Phainon's abdomen. “Right now, I’d prefer it if you show me something else, okay?”
Phainon's breath fanned hotly against Mydei's ear. “... What is it you want me to show you?”
Hand slipping out of Phainon's hoodie, Mydei’s touch began wandering even lower. Lazily, he traced a single finger down Phainon's crotch.
“Take a guess,” Mydei whispered.
He was kneeling on the ground soon enough, pushing down the waistband of Phainon's purple sweatpants alongside his boxers so he could get to Phainon's cock. It hadn't been as surprising to discover how large Phainon's cock was. In fact, Mydei had anticipated it.
He leaned forward, breath warm against Phainon's cock, which twitched upon contact. His tongue darted out to lick the precum already pooling at the tip, repeating this motion until he felt Phainon's hand settle on his head.
“Mydei,” Phainon said breathily, voice taut with need. “Please don't tease.”
Mydei glanced up through his lashes. He pressed a slow, reverent kiss up the vein on the side of Phainon's cock, lathering his cock in drool before his lips trailed back upwards to wrap around the fat tip, earning a low, helpless noise from Phainon.
Slackening his jaw, he began to take the rest of Phainon's cock in his mouth, eyelashes fluttering at how his lips were stretched as wide as possible to accommodate the girth. He bobbed his head back and forth, moaning when he felt Phainon almost hit the back of his throat.
Above him, he heard Phainon groan, the hand on his head tightening around his hair. Mydei whined around his cock, gasping when Phainon's hips started thrusting in and out of his mouth without warning, using the grip on his hair as leverage. Drool dribbled down his chin and onto the floor he was kneeling on.
Finally, with a final sharp thrust of Phainon's hips, Phainon's body tensed before his cum flooded Mydei's mouth, leaving Mydei no choice but to swallow his release. He drew back slowly, a streak of cum ending up smeared on Mydei's cheek.
Mydei immediately swept it away with his thumb and brought it to his lips. He was familiar with the salty taste by now, though he found it no less addicting. Just sucking Phainon off on his gaming chair was enough to render him soaking wet in his underwear.
More importantly, Phainon was a sight to behold above him. His cock was still shiny with Mydei's spit, his clothes dishevelled and his glasses crooked. He looked like a hot mess, all thanks to Mydei's doing.
Before Mydei could find the strength in his knees to get up and ravish him further, Phainon swiftly grabbed him, one arm locking beneath his knees before effortlessly sweeping him up from the floor and smashing their lips together.
Phainon kissed him like he meant to steal the air from him. Preoccupied, as Phainon's tongue forced its way into his mouth, Mydei could do nothing as Phainon stood, lifting him up effortlessly. Strong arms tightened around him, large hands grabbing hold of his ass as he was carried towards the bed, all without breaking the kiss.
Phainon shoved him onto the bed, swinging a leg over to bracket Mydei's waist as he continued to kiss him deeply. The edges of his glasses got in the way, digging against Mydei's cheekbone, and Phainon momentarily drew back just enough to take them off.
Those thick lenses usually obscured half his face, feeding into Cipher's stereotype that he looked every bit the nerd he was. Mydei was almost thankful for them. If Phainon didn't wear those glasses, everyone on campus would've wanted a piece of him, and Mydei would actually have to incite a war.
The moment Phainon's glasses were gone, Mydei was staring straight into clear blue eyes. Up close, they were even more arresting. Mydei felt the air still in his chest, his pulse racing fast enough to be worrisome.
Phainon was already impossibly handsome with his glasses on, it was almost unfair. Besides, being on the receiving end of Phainon's piercing gaze always felt like he was one step away from being preyed on.
“Put these on for me, baby,” Phainon said, slipping his glasses onto Mydei's face. He grabbed Mydei's waist firmly, and with a pull, he had spun Mydei around so Mydei was on top of him, grinding his bare cock against Mydei's clothed ass. They both moaned in unison.
“P-Phainon,” Mydei couldn't help the whine escaping his lips as Phainon's cock nudged against his hole. The tip would've slipped in if it weren't for the fabric of his boxers separating them. He was already soaked to the point it seeped through the cloth.
Phainon's hands released his hips, snaking downwards to tug his pants and underwear off. His fingertips ghosted over Mydei's pussy, purposely ignoring his clit to rub firm circles over his dripping folds. “You're so wet already,” Phainon muttered, “Just sucking me off got you this excited?”
Mydei's breath hitched, shame and desire burning in his core. It was starting. Phainon was losing the harmless puppy persona and revealing his true colours. “So what if I did?” he taunted.
Within a blink of an eye, fingers dug into the dips of his waist and pulled him forward, until his pussy was hovering directly above Phainon's face.
Without any prior warning, Phainon forced him to sit down, the death grip on his hips preventing him from going anywhere. Mydei’s eyes rolled back as Phainon's tongue swirled around his folds, kissing and licking each fold tenderly before his lips sealed around Mydei's clit and he sucked hard.
Mydei shrieked, back bowing as he instinctively tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, to no avail. His struggle was rendered fruitless, obviously. Phainon was unbelievably strong despite his gaming pastime. He played games less than he worked out at the gym.
“So good,” Mydei moaned, rocking his hips against Phainon's face, squealing when his clit bumped against Phainon's nose. “So good, it's so good, Phainon, Phainon—”
His eyes rolled back, his body seizing up before he let out a series of high-pitched whines, legs thrashing around only to be held down. His entire body was trembling as he came with a cry, hot squirt gushing from his cunt and dripping down Phainon's face.
“Fuck,” Phainon swore directly into his pussy, the vibration of it sending a shock of electricity up Mydei's spine. He cried out in oversensitivity, but had no choice except to take it as Phainon licked a long stripe up his pussy, greedily swallowing the remnants of his cum still dripping from his cunt.
When he was finally hauled off Phainon's face, he was given only two seconds to recover from his orgasm before he was being swivelled around and his legs were wrestled apart, and a familiar hand was reaching down to pinch his clit, eliciting a surprised shriek out of him.
“D-Don't do that!” Mydei protested, his chest heaving up and down.
Phainon didn't listen. He pinched and twisted his clit cruelly, seemingly delighted in hearing Mydei sob and feeling him squirm, only to then plunge two fingers into his pussy without preamble.
“Your pussy is leaking so much, Mydei. How badly did you want this? You should've told me earlier if you just wanted to stay home and get fucked,” Phainon said, nibbling on the shell of Mydei's ear. He patted Mydei's thigh in a false display of comfort. “Don't worry. All you have to do is be a good boy and spread your legs for me. Then I'll give you what you want. Okay, baby?”
Mydei didn't answer, too distracted by the fingers drilling into his pussy. Then a hand wrenched into his hair and pulled hard enough for his scalp to sting, drawing a cry out of him.
“Okay, okay,” Mydei sobbed, obediently spreading his legs as wide as he could while he was lying on top of Phainon.
A rewarding kiss was placed against his neck. “Good job. Pay attention to what I say next time, alright?”
Mydei nodded rapidly, sniffling.
The fingers in his pussy pulled out, replaced by a hot, pulsing cock pressing against his entrance. Mydei held his breath as it nudged against his pussy, smearing his slick around but refusing to fully push in. He whined, moving his hips around in an attempt to get the head of his cock to slip in.
“So impatient,” Phainon chuckled against his ear. “Do you want me to put it in, Mydei?”
Mydei felt his frustration mounting to its peak. “What do you think?” He snapped, “Hurry up already, HKS—”
Phainon's cock drove into him in one go, and Mydei's words died on his tongue and trailed off into a loud moan.
He was given no time to adjust. Given Phainon’s size, he was way too underprepped, but the amount of slick he was practically pouring onto the sheets and the fact that he enjoyed the slight burn made up for the pain.
As soon as he had put it in, Phainon planted his feet against the bed and immediately started thrusting up into Mydei's pussy. The sound of his balls smacking against Mydei's ass and the wet squelch of his cunt every time Phainon drove into him resounded throughout their bedroom.
Phainon felt too big no matter how many times Mydei had taken him. He let out moan after moan, bouncing up and down on Phainon's cock with every brutal thrust until a hand swept down and slapped his pussy with a deafening crack.
“Ah!” Mydei cried out, wailing loudly as Phainon delivered another sharp slap onto the centre of his pussy, all without slowing down his thrusts. His body abruptly pulled taut like a string before a jet of clear fluid sprayed out of his pussy, the pressure strong enough to push Phainon's cock out of him.
Stars exploded behind his eyelids. Mydei shook and quivered violently, falling apart at the seams, but Phainon only shoved his cock back into his still squirting pussy before resuming his punishing pace.
He rucked up Mydei's turtleneck to his chest, hands exploring the expanse of his sweat-damp skin before moving upwards and cupping his tits. With several playful flicks to his nipples, he squeezed Mydei's breasts hard enough to hurt as he came inside Mydei's pussy, filling him up with his seed.
Mydei slumped against Phainon, body twitching with the aftershocks as he was filled to the brim with thick cum. The glasses on his face slid down, hanging low on the bridge of his nose.
Phainon squeezed his breasts again, nuzzling the side of his neck before laving bites across Mydei's shoulder.
After Phainon pulled out of his used pussy, a hot gush of cum spilled from Mydei’s stretched, gaping hole, running in thick waves down the curve of his ass. Mydei barely had time to breathe before Phainon roughly manhandled him into a new position, pushing Mydei flat onto the mattress and folding him nearly in half.
“Push your tits together,” Phainon ordered, panting as he languidly stroked his cock back to hardness, staring down at Mydei while licking his lips, the hunger palpable in his eyes.
Despite being dazed from his mind-blowing orgasm, Mydei still registered Phainon’s command. He obediently squished his plump tits closely together, offering himself up, watching through half-lidded eyes as Phainon fisted his cock to the sight.
His breath hitched when Phainon tipped his head back, baring his pale throat, a groan tearing out of him before hot ropes of cum splattered across Mydei’s plump chest. Some of his release even landed on Mydei’s face, streaking Phainon’s glasses as they threatened to slip further down his nose, the lenses already fogged from how steamy things had gotten.
Mydei’s mouth hung open, a strand of drool spilling past his lip and mixing with the cum smeared on his chin. He felt cum continue to escape from his hole and run down his inner thighs, his trembling legs still parted though he was unable to muster the strength to close them properly.
At the sight splayed out before him, Phainon let out a low croon, before he leaned in close and dragged his thumb along Mydei’s mouth so he could spread the mess around, until he finally pushed it back between his lips with his fingers none too gently.
His blue eyes shone with poorly concealed satisfaction, pleased by how wrecked Mydei likely looked and definitely felt.
A kiss was pressed against his sweaty hair as Mydei's eyelids grew heavy, his world on the verge of turning black. “That's my good boy,” he heard his boyfriend coo, before he passed out from exhaustion.
When Mydei woke up, sore but clean and lying in dry sheets, he rolled over and found the other side of the bed empty.
He sat up and ignored the ache in his lower back, turning to Phainon's desk. Lo and behold, his boyfriend was on his PC again. And he was on Minecraft.
At the sound of rustling sheets, Phainon swivelled around on his gaming chair. “You're finally up, baby,” he grinned, his face bare from the usual thick glasses. His torso was naked too, the dastardly hoodie abandoned somewhere in the room.
Mydei's heart skipped a beat. Once again, thank Nikador for Phainon's horrible sense in fashion. No one would be able to resist Phainon if he knew how to dress himself, and that'd be a capital P Problem for Mydei.
But rather than continue dwelling on the beauty of his boyfriend, he had to address the elephant in the room. “Phainon,” Mydei said slowly, his voice unsurprisingly hoarse, “You just rearranged my guts about an hour ago.”
“Yup!” Phainon’s response was so enthusiastic one would've thought he had won a PvP game instead.
“And you're playing Minecraft,” Mydei finished.
“I have to finish my treehouse,” Phainon answered, “You said you wanted to see it, didn't you? Look, I've even added a secret entrance path through the tree trunk, it leads to an underground base—”
Instead of wanting to throw a shoe at his head, Mydei only felt warmth swelling in the centre of his chest.
He let out a fond sigh. He was fucked. Both literally and figuratively. But Mydei wouldn't rather be anywhere else than in the bed of his boyfriend who had railed him six ways to Sunday, and who was now building him a cool treehouse in Minecraft.
“Sure. Can't wait to see it.”