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"A- ah, Mydei, please-"
The blindfold obscures his vision, the fabric soft against his skin. He doesn't know how long he's been there, kept on the edge only to be denied again and again.
It's cruel. It's torture.
He can't see Mydei, but he knows where he is. Seated on the desk chair, reading a book if the flipping of pages is anything to go by.
Phainon would claw at the sheets if his hands weren't bound behind his back. The position was uncomfortable at first, lying on top of his own crossed arms, but his attention had long since drifted elsewhere.
Another vibration travels along his cock, but he still can't come, not until Mydei takes this stupid ring off. He whines and shudders, nails digging into his palms with the need to ground himself.
"Mydei-! Please, please, just-"
His begging continues, but there is no answer. Only an increase in stimulation, pushing the limits of Phainon's pleasure. He can feel another climax building, heat pooling in his gut as it draws closer.
And then it stops.
Again.
"Mydei!" Phainon sobs, tears soaking the blindfold as yet another orgasm is ripped away from him.
"I thought I told you to count," Mydei answers from where he's seated. Phainon distantly wonders how he can stay composed enough to read a book while Phainon suffers on their bed.
"Se.. seven.." He gasps, breath coming in short draws. He hears shifting, then soft footsteps, until a warm hand is placed on his side.
"Color?" comes Mydei's deep voice, palm trailing up and down Phainon's flank, grounding him. Helping Phainon take a moment to think.
"... green," he eventually answers, and the hum he receives is neither gentle nor stern.
"Truly?" Mydei asks, needing confirmation. They both know Phainon often puts others' needs before his own.
Which is exactly what has gotten him into this situation.
Phainon takes another, shuddering breath, before he nods. "Green.."
Mydei is quiet, then, and Phainon doesn't know what to do with that. He usually grounds himself with Mydei's words, his voice, or his touches, all of which have left him. He can do nothing more than wait.
And then it starts again.
He's crying, he knows that much. This is easily the longest Mydei has ever let Phainon go without an orgasm. He squirms, unable to tear the silk binding his hands out of sheer principle. But he's getting so close to doing just that, to rip the soft material and relieve himself, if only he could just find the will-
Another cry leaves his throat when the stimulation stops once more. Mydei clicks his tongue, but he's closer now, no longer seated on the chair.
"Eight.. eight.." Phainon pants, growing more and more doubtful that Mydei will ever stop without him needing to use the safeword. There's shifting, Phainon can feel the dip in the mattress where Mydei moves, and suddenly the pressure around his cock disappears. He almost sobs again of pure relief.
"Do you remember why we're doing this?" Mydei's voice is soft, but Phainon can't pinpoint where it's coming from. The blindfold remains on, taking away his vision.
"Because.. because I.." Phainon tries, though his mind is still running a thousand miles an hour. Mydei waits, patient as always, completely calm. Phainon almost can't stand it.
"Take your time," that deep voice is but a murmur now, ensuring that Phainon can take as long as he needs, he just has to answer at some point.
".. I forgot about my own needs," he eventually manages to whisper. Mydei hums an affirmative, but remains quiet, allowing Phainon to continue. "And.. I pushed myself too far.."
"That's right," Mydei's tone is fond, and Phainon wants to keen. He craves the praise, needs Mydei's approval, his recognition.
"You kept placing other people before you, and ran yourself dry because of it," Mydei recounts steadily, reminding Phainon of why he's there. He had continued to help others, even when he himself was exhausted. That's how he had returned to their house that day, nearly asleep on his feet. But Mydei had made an offhand comment about needing to clean their home soon, and Phainon had taken that as a request.
Safe to say that Mydei didn't like that very much.
"Eight times for eight errands you've done that weren't your own," Mydei muses. "Eight errands that had you burnt out and ready to pass out."
Phainon whines as he's reminded. He's still hard, almost unbearably so, if he could just use his hand-
A strangled moan is torn from his lips when Mydei's warm hand closes around his cock, slowly moving over the length, as if Mydei had read his thoughts. He surely knows Phainon's body well enough for that. Phainon would try to hold back from coming so soon if he weren't edged for Titan knows how long. His back arches off the bed when he finally comes, Mydei's name on his lips.
The next moments are a blur. He doesn't remember his hands being released, nor the blindfold being removed. He feels Mydei's hands cradle his face, thumbs gently wiping the tears dry. He hears Mydei's voice, telling him he did good, that he is good. Phainon leans into the touch like it's his only life source.
There's soft kisses all over his face, paired with equally soft praise. Phainon wants to cry again.
Mydei lifts Phainon's body off the bed, holding him securely as he walks them to the bathroom. He places Phainon in the bathtub and lets the water run, making sure it's a nice warm temperature.
Phainon is nearly asleep when Mydei seats himself behind him, cradling his pliant body against his chest. There's not much energy left in Phainon, they both know that, so it's up to Mydei to ensure he doesn't drown in their bathtub.
They stay there until their skin prunes up, until Mydei has thoroughly cleaned Phainon from any sweat and other fluids. There's dirt under Phainon's nails, and he figures it must be from helping out in Castorice's garden.
"Phainon?" Mydei asks, looking down at his partner's face. His eyelids are shut, breath steady and face serene. He almost doesn't want to disturb him.
"Come on," Mydei hums, shifting so he can lift Phainon up again. He quickly dries both of them off and leaves Phainon on the couch so he can change their soaked bedsheets. Once the bed is done, he places Phainon back on their bed, only this time he crawls in to join him.
It must be instinct, the way Phainon moves to be closer to Mydei, the way he cuddles up to him like Mydei is the only safe place in the world. He certainly feels like it sometimes.
"Sleep now," he whispers in the quiet of their room. He pulls Phainon closer, resting the white-haired man's head on his chest and carding his fingers through still damp hair.
"I'll be here when you wake up."