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“—Well, that’s all for tonight! Thanks for tuning in, guys!” Phainon chirped, smiling sweetly as he waved towards his webcam, eyes glancing over each comment from his chatters. He grinned at the ones bemoaning not seeing his pretty face anymore, the others pouting at why he was streaming shorter than usual, before winking and blowing a kiss towards them, an explosion of hearts being the last thing he saw before he ended stream.
Without the bright colors and loud music, the multitasking of replying to chatters while playing games, there was only a soft silence in Phainon’s streaming room. The smile slowly dropped from his face as he sighed, leaning back in his expensive gaming chair while slipping his wireless headphones off his head to hang around his neck. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning and feeling his back pop into place. Mydei always scolded him for his bad posture while playing, but when he was in the middle of PvP and PvE, Phainon was too locked in to care. Besides, it wasn’t as if Mydei didn’t enjoy massaging him after streams, always a little too eager to dig his fingers into Phainon’s sensitive flesh and tease him under the pretense of relaxing his muscles.
He slumped down, pouting. His husband was off doing CEO things, meeting with potential business partners countries away, rubbing elbows with other powerful rich people—all the things that took him away from his loving spouse. Sure, Mydei wanted to take him along, but Phainon knew his schedule would be too busy to spend time with him, so instead of flying to a foreign country just to lounge in their presidential suite or wander outside all by his lonesome, he declined, seeing Mydei off with a soft kiss that quickly devolved into him being pressed into a wall while Mydei stuck his tongue down Phainon’s throat. Saliva pooled in Phainon’s mouth as he reminisced on their parting. Mydei always got particularly raunchy before having to be away from Phainon, saying he was making Phainon’s body remember who he belonged to—silly, because Phainon belonged to Mydei since they met almost two decades ago, but Mydei liked playing at possession and Phainon liked Mydei, so he happily accepted the deep kisses and naughty touches.
Phainon swallowed, letting out a soft breath. He did a surprise stream precisely because he wanted to take his mind off Mydei being away from him, but his thoughts always drifted back to his husband anyways. He tapped on his phone and it lit up, his lockscreen being a picture of the two of them on their 11th wedding anniversary kissing. He swiped up and clicked on their shared calendar, seeing the marked date of Mydei’s homecoming being a week away. Phainon whined, turning his phone off. He’d already been without his husband for an entire week, and he still had to endure seven more days?! Cruel and unusual punishment designed just for him.
He stood up and exited from his streaming room, flipping the sign on his door to let the cleaners know it was okay to go in before making his way to the kitchen, where their private chef already finished cooking and had everything resting in the oven to keep warm. He took out the plate of moussaka and horta, placing them neatly on the table before snapping a picture and sending it to Mydei. Without Mydei around to cook for him, sometimes Phainon would forget to eat. It worried Mydei a lot, to the point that he hired a private chef to cook for Phainon any time Mydei had to be away. Phainon knew it soothed Mydei’s anxiety if he sent pictures of the before and after for each of his meals, and if it made Mydei happy then it made Phainon happy.
He tucked his phone away and dug in, eating slowly to savor the flavors and to not upset his stomach. It was a bit sensitive from his childhood of not having much to eat, and even now, years since the last time he had to sacrifice nutrition for affordability, eating something too heavy would make him cramp up. Which was why each meal was chosen for him by Mydei, something hearty but still light and healthy—and each bite just made Phainon miss him more and more. It was delicious, Mydei would never let it be anything else, but it just didn’t have that flavor to it like Mydei’s cooking did (Mydei said the secret ingredient was “love”, that silly romantic of his). He finished up every bite and sent another picture of his cleaned plates to Mydei, who immediately responded this time.
My Dei 🧡:
Good boy. Did you enjoy it?
Beloved 💙:
Yes, but I still miss your cooking the most, Dei.
My Dei 🧡:
I know. I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible. I’ll make us some honeycakes, just the way you like.
Beloved 💙:
With pomegranate glaze 🥺?
My Dei 🧡:
Yes, my love. With pomegranate glaze. I received a crate of them from my business partner. They say it’s the best, right from the heart of Turkey.
Beloved 💙:
Ah! I’m so excited! Come home quickly, darling 🧡
My Dei 🧡:
As fast as the winds will take me, Phainon. I love you and miss you dearly 💙
Beloved 💙:
I love you too. See you soon, Dei 🧡
Phainon couldn’t help the silly smile creeping up his face, his heart fluttering in his chest. Mydei was always so sweet with him, never holding back from showing just how much he adored Phainon. Phainon never pictured him as this type of lover when they first entered into a relationship, and it had shocked him in the beginning how ardent and proudly open Mydei was about Phainon until it simply became the norm. Now it would be more surprising for both himself and everyone around them if Mydei suddenly stopped professing his love.
Ugh, Phainon wanted to see Mydei so badly it ached in his chest.
He entered into their bedroom and threw himself onto their king-sized mattress, burying his face into Mydei’s pillow. It still smelled like him, all dark cedar and sharp lemon flooding thickly into Phainon’s nose. He breathed a soft sigh into the cushion and closed his eyes. The last time they were on this bed together was the night before Mydei’s flight and it had been… an experience. It was the first time Mydei and Phainon would be apart for so long, and it clawed at both of them. Phainon almost changed his mind to go with him, but both of them knew being in a foreign place mostly by himself would make Phainon even more miserable than being by himself in the comfort of their home.
Mydei made love to him so sweetly that night, trailing gentle hands over Phainon’s body and pressing lingering kisses to his bare skin. He caught Phainon’s lips with his own over and over again, each time more lewd than the last, his thick tongue teasing along the seam of Phainon’s mouth until he whined in annoyance, tangling their tongues together in a wet fight, one Mydei won easily. He’d dipped his tongue so far down Phainon’s throat he almost choked on it, arching his back to press their chests together as he swallowed their spit down. Mydei’s cock had been so hard against his stomach, burning hot and smearing cum onto his skin, Phainon’s cunt leaking all over his thighs and dripping onto their mattress. The air around them was hot, heady with anticipation and wet with arousal. Phainon could feel Mydei’s breath panting against his neck, sharp teeth slowly closing around flushed flesh, his canines gradually applying more and more pressure until it started to hurt, until it stung in a way Phainon knew would stay with him for days. The scent of iron seeping into the air only riled the both of them up even more. Rough hands tugged on his waist, dragging him up to grind against Mydei’s hips, his thick cock slipping between the lips of Phainon’s pussy and coating itself in sweet slick, the tip teasing at Phainon’s fluttering entrance.
He’d sunk into Phainon inch by inch, his fat girth spreading Phainon open, his pink cunt stretching tightly around Mydei, the veins trailing along the shaft rubbing against his sensitive walls. Mydei groaned above him, his teeth gritted as he fought not to cream Phainon so soon, soft spurts of cum soaking into Phainon’s core as the length throbbed inside him, nudging the entrance to his softening cervix. Phainon loved when Mydei got rough, and Mydei loved how Phainon writhed underneath him when he took him mercilessly, but that night had been about a sweet parting, so instead of breaking past that little wall and fucking Phainon open, Mydei had rolled his hips, pressing in and out gently while Phainon shivered, his body twitching from sensitivity. All the while Mydei never stopped marking him up, new bite marks bloody on his neck, teeth imprints on his tits, framing his nipples in the center like an art piece.
Mydei suckled at his breasts, mouth closing in on a swollen nub and tongue laving over it hotly, wet swipes of the appendage making Phainon shiver. Mydei mouthed at him like he was trying to nurse, and it sent a small thrill up Phainon’s spine at the thought of it, of his breasts swelling with milk just for Mydei to selfishly take it all for himself. He’d cried out then, his cunt spasming around Mydei’s cock as he came, squirting thick slick all over Mydei, drenching his abdomen and dripping down to pool on the bedsheets below. Phainon clenched around him so tightly his hips jerked forward on instinct, slipping into his core with a wet noise and spurting hot seed into his womb.
Phainon moaned out loud at the memory, his legs squirming against one another. He and Mydei usually had sex multiple times a day, and to be deprived of that for two weeks felt like absolute torture to him. He’d masturbated a number of times already, fucking his own fingers into himself, riding on dildos molded from Mydei’s own cock, rubbing a vibrator against his clit until it was swollen red and stung to touch, but nothing calmed the fire in him, the slow simmering in his gut that only grew stronger with every unsatisfying orgasm. He turned over on his back, slipping off his shorts and parting his legs, shivering at the feeling of cool air brushing over his cunt. He reached a hand down, sliding through the wetness coating his thighs, and sighed. He was tired of getting himself off. It just wasn’t the same as how Mydei did it. Phainon hadn’t had to play with himself since he got with Mydei, his husband made it his self-proclaimed duty to tend to Phainon’s needs, and now Phainon was forced to relearn his own body.
He pouted. He didn’t want to. As his husband, it was Mydei’s responsibility to keep Phainon happy and sated. Phainon grumbled to himself even as his fingers pressed around the soft flesh of his cunt, dipping between his soft lips and toying at his wet entrance, tugging his pussy open with a finger and letting it flutter around cool air. He was about to start fingering himself slowly when his phone went off with a soft ping! and Phainon paused.
He turned his head and reached out with his clean hand, clicking his phone on. A small smile spread across his face when he saw his husband’s name pop up.
My Dei 🧡:
Beloved, are you getting ready for bed yet?
Beloved 💙:
Hmm, I’m not sleepy~
Phainon tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity? He and Mydei had never been apart for long enough to sext each other, but now? He smirked, opening his camera and holding it in front of his cunt, using the front lens to catch the angle of his fingers spreading himself open, slick seeping out and pink flesh wet with arousal. He hummed as he sent the picture, the little read message appearing underneath it.
Beloved 💙:
I’m too busy missing you, darling.
My Dei 🧡:
Phainon
Beloved 💙:
Do you know how many times I’ve had to fuck myself with my own fingers? That I’ve had to spread my own cunt around the dildos we bought?
It’s not the same. My fingers don’t satisfy me like yours do. My dildos don’t feel like your cock. They don’t force me open and make me take it like you do. They don’t fill my pussy with cum and make me leak all over our bedsheets.
Your seed is always so warm, I love the feeling of it pumping into me. I want to keep it inside my cunt for as long as possible, but you always clean it out.
You’re so mean, husband. You made me like this, trained my body to crave your cock and cum like some common whore, and now you’re gone. So, so mean~
He saw Mydei’s icon flicker in and out and grinned. He could already imagine his reaction, how blown out his pupils would be, the barely controlled breaths he would let out behind gritted teeth, the way his fat cock would be straining against his pants—Titans, Phainon wanted to choke on Mydei’s dick so badly he almost felt a little crazy.
The phone buzzed.
My Dei 🧡:
Pick up.
Mydei’s contact picture, him looking into the camera and smiling gently, popped up on the screen and Phainon grinned as he happily pressed accept on the video call. His beloved appeared on the screen, exactly like Phainon imagined it. Mydei’s golden eyes were so blown out the color could barely be seen aside from a faint rim around the blackness.
“Phainon.” Mydei’s low voice, one he dearly missed, echoed out from the speaker. Phainon sighed dreamily, letting the timber seep into his ears. “Show me.” Phainon licked his lips, dragging the camera back down to his cunt, his fingers sliding through the wetness.
“Like this, honey?” Phainon purred, barely doing more than glancing touches. He heard a soft growl of impatience and stifled a laugh. “Or… like this?” He sunk his fingers into his cunt, hearing a loud squelch as the digits parted through soaked flesh. He was so wet and sticky now that he had his husband watching him, eyes gazing intently at where Phainon’s fingers disappeared into himself. “Nng… It doesn’t—ah—doesn’t feel as good.” Phainon sighed out, rolling his hips into his hand, purposefully clenching down to show Mydei. “Your fingers are thicker, more calloused, it rubs into my pussy so well, baby, and you’re so mean about it too, you know?” Phainon’s whines pitched higher, his fingers plunging in and out faster.
“How mean, beloved?” Mydei asked, his voice purring and guttural. Phainon glanced down at the screen and bit back a moan. Mydei’s cock was popped out of his pants, and his hand was drawing up and down it lazily, his thumb digging into the slit and rubbing the seeping pre-cum around his length.
“You won’t stop.” Phainon bit his lip and spread his legs wider, the grip on his phone shaking slightly. “Even after I’ve cum, you keep going. I beg you to slow down, to wait, but you never do. You just keep fucking me with your fingers, and you always pinch—” Phainon cut himself off with a soft whimper, tears welling up in his eyes as he felt his orgasm inch closer and closer. His hand moved faster, digging into his cunt with a cruelty that made his walls pulse, that made him leak a thin fluid out around his fingers.
A dark chuckle caught his attention and Phainon tried to slow down, tried to let himself last a little bit longer, but Mydei crooned, “Pinch what, Phainon? Your cute little clit? You can tell me I’m mean all you want, but we both know it makes you squirt all over yourself like a slut.” A tingle shot up Phainon’s spine but he stubbornly shook his head.
“Not a—not a slut, Mydei.” His thumb rubbed against his clit and he trembled, his pussy spurting out softly, droplets catching onto the phone screen. He twitched at Mydei’s mocking laugh.
“No, not a slut—mine. You’re mine, Phainon. You’ll always be, ever since you said yes to a date. You, your heart, your body, your gorgeous eyes and pretty mouth, your sweet tits and sweeter cunt—all of them are mine.” Mydei’s voice dropped to a purring whisper, the barely restrained possession chained only by the force of his will.
The fierceness of his tone, the promise that Phainon would always be his—a heady rush of pleasure ran through his body and Phainon cried out, his back arching and his cunt squirting slick all across their bed, soaking his phone in his release. His phone almost slipped out of his sweaty grip and he hurriedly laid it on his chest, panting softly. “Mydei—”
“Did I say you could stop?” Mydei interrupted him and Phainon hiccuped in surprise. “My love, I haven’t finished being mean to you, have I?”
“Mydei…?” Phainon picked the phone back up and looked at the screen, a choked gasp leaving his throat. Mydei’s hand was curled around his cock, pre-cum soaking the entire length. It was plump, flushed a dark red, and pulsing in Mydei’s harsh grip.
“Pinch yourself.” Mydei ordered, his voice firm and demanding. Phainon’s breath stuttered in his chest, his dirtied hand hesitant to creep back between his legs.
He licked his dry lips and whispered, “But I already—”
“I won’t repeat myself again, Phainon.” Mydei cut him off sharply, letting the silence weigh heavily between them.
Phainon’s stomach squirmed a little, both from trepidation and arousal at Mydei’s no-nonsense tone. He could feel his clit pulsing in the air, his cunt fluttering in time with his pounding heart. His fingers hovered just above the little nub, and Phainon braced himself—before grabbing it and pinching, the crackle of pained pleasure shooting up his spine as his ears rang and his mind whited out.
A muffled wail registered seconds later and Phainon distantly realized the sound was coming from his own throat, but the electricity numbing his nerves distracted him, his feet thrashing against the sheets and blanket tangled in his sweaty grip. “Ugh…” Phainon sobbed out, his thighs trembling and pussy throbbing, stomach heaving as he felt himself squirt uncontrollably. His phone had long fallen out of his grip and lay on the bed next to his ear. He could hear Mydei groaning, and through wet eyes he saw Mydei’s cock spurting out cum, the white liquid shooting off the screen.
He sniffled, and heard Mydei’s voice cooing softly at him. “You did so good, beloved. So, so good. Shh, deep breath in and out, darling.” Phainon followed his instructions, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, until his heart started calming and his limbs stopped shaking. “Good boy, you’re doing so well.” A small smile spread across his face, shaky and soft, and Mydei let out a wounded noise. “The prettiest little thing in the world.”
A rush of affection swept into Phainon’s chest and he whispered out, “I want to see you, Mydei…” Exhaustion crept onto him, a yawn fighting to escape. He hadn’t had orgasms that intense in a while and it took a lot out of his body, but he was so reluctant to part from Mydei.
He heard a hitched breath and a puff of laughter. “Beloved, I can’t stand being away from you any longer.” There was a rustle of clothing and Phainon blinked, fighting to keep his heavy eye lids open. “I’ll be home in the morning. They don’t need me, Hephaestion is more than capable of taking over negotiations.” Mydei kissed the phone, whispering, “I’ll see you soon, my dearest.”
Phainon smiled, cuddling closer to the screen as he slipped off to sleep. He couldn’t wait to be cradled in Mydei’s arms again.