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"Tell me this isn't about the prophecy," Mydei demands. "Tell me you're not sleeping with half of Okhema just to forget you're the fucking Deliverer."
Phainon's mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The truth claws up his chest but won't come out: the fact that he needs this, needs to be reduced to something simpler than a title, something smaller than destiny.
Mydei's eyes narrow, and Phainon realizes that he already knows.
Of course he does. He's Mydei.
"It is," Phainon admits at last, voice cracking. “I am.”
Mydei rolls his hips down, his cock dragging alongside Phainon's. The answering groan that spills from Phainon’s throat is nothing like the practiced moans he gives strangers.
"Then you ask me," Mydei growls. "From now on, when you need to forget, you come to me. Not some godsforsaken brothel."