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phainon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. just what sort of question was this? was this an actual desire caelus had, or a pure hypothetical he posed out of pure curiosity? was it something phainon said that made him think he was capable of bearing children?

     i suppose they do call me a deliverer, but that's not...

phainon anticipated more of an upset reaction from caelus as the rooms were quite luxurious, and to lose one would make anyone feel disappointed... though evidently not caelus. granted, his partner has never presented himself as the type to be all that picky about material things.

his agreeableness made phainon smile. he'd personally been wanting more of an excuse to spend more time together. becoming roommates for the foreseeable future certainly fell into that realm, even if the proximity was semi-forced.

"wonderful!" he beamed. if phainon had a tail it would've been wagging in that moment. "well, i would suggest to temper your expectations. given that you're our guest here, i hope that your previous accommodations were much more comfortable than my own." he chuckled a little, trying to recall if he'd ever tested out any of the guest rooms. technically, his own wasn't supposed to be a permanent fixture, but with how busy he was he'd simply never gotten around to actually purchasing a home in okhema.

"i may not be the greatest judge of comfort, though, as i'd be content laying in sunny wheat fields." for a moment, phainon's tone was wistful. there was a far-off expression on his face as his mind's eye painted the image of his home into his memory. he quickly brushed the recollection off, though, in favor of paling around with his friend.

phainon of aedes elysiae was a grown man and a warrior, hardened from years of battles and entrusted by all the flame chasers before him to carry the torch to the very end and bear witness to the era nova. he was a student of the grove, a hero of okhema, and the supposed deliverer of amphoreus. almost all of what he did would never be described as undignified.

yet, as he felt a slick wetness trace over the sun-shaped mark on his neck, the only way to properly describe the sound that escaped his lips would be an undignified squeal.

it was a shock to him as someone certainly not used to that sort of touch, and it was highly unexpected and sudden as he'd been so entranced by the manuscript he was reading regarding different blacksmithing techniques across cultures.

he was concerned about how someone could've possibly got the jump on him, but as he turned and noticed a slightly unruly mop of ashen gray hair, he couldn't help his smile either.

"alright comrade, let me get this straight—you intend to put me on my back AND show me what that mouth does?" childe's already grinning from ear to ear. he can have his cake and eat it too? oh boy. he's the luckiest guy in all of teyvat.

phainon insisted that he didn't often let his emotions get the best of him. aglaea called him the hero without fault, after all, and while he didn't personally believe that he still knew there were great expectations placed upon him. letting emotions and instinct take over was exactly what led to him fumbling his trial of strife.

but he wasn't perfect—far from it. he was a chrysos heir and a future demi-god, but for the time being he was still a mere mortal man. he was loathe to admit it, but even he could be weak sometimes.

"f-fuuhhh," he groaned, leaning over his partner. caelus was on his hands and knees before phainon, hands fisted into phainon's bedsheets. phainon, meanwhile, was buried deep inside him. they'd fooled around a bit before, but something about this felt different. it was far more frenzied than any previous curious or exploratory exchange. phainon felt like it must be a result of how pent up he'd felt after training.

his hands were clutching onto caelus' slim hips, the glove still on his hand as he hadn't bothered with taking it off. honestly, it was a miracle he'd even gotten most of his gear off. he'd been hasty, and in the back of his mind he knew he'd have to fix a few straps but that was for later. he was far too occupied with the exquisite sensation of caelus squeezing around him.

"partner, you're so... so tight, it's amazing," he offered his praise to the smaller man, feeling his own patience starting to wear incredibly thing. he wanted to take things slow and enjoy the moment, but he'd never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life. caelus was tight and hot and quivering around him, and phainon was pretty sure he could hear him groaning, too (though maybe not as loud as phainon).

he felt the other man's hips twitch back against his and that was when his resolve snapped. in an instant, his fingers were curling into caelus' hair, shoving his face into the sheets and his back into a deeper arch. his hips were snapping forward aggressively, like a helpless mutt in the throes of rut.

"sorry, partner, it's just so...! i'm so—!" he gasped, muttering a slew of incoherent apologies and praise. he felt that knot in his abdomen coiling tighter. he was so used to just his own hand, so this was too much, too soon.

just when he felt like he was on the very edge of his orgasm, his eyes snapped open. he awoke panting and still just as hard in his dream. he hardly even realized what was happening, just that the pleasure was ongoing. before his bleary eyes could properly focus he was spilling into that same tight heat from his dream. it was explosive and wonderful, and even though it was sudden and unexpected that truly startled him awake.

he registered caelus perched above him, his hips straddling phainon's thighs as he bounced in his lap. his cock was hard, too, bobbing between them and dripping precum onto phainon's abs.

"partner?" his voice, rough from sleep, cracked on the question. caelus was still tight around his sensitive, spent cock, and that wasn't all. he realized that one of caelus' hands was reaching behind him and between phainon's thighs. it was an awkward position to be sure, but it worked, and two of his fingers were thrusting into phainon while he rode him.

"you could've woken me up," he wheezed, propping himself up a little onto his elbows. he was watching the other man in fascination, not sure if he wanted to watch every blissful expression or the delicious way his hips moved. he helped, too, by parting his own thighs a little more to give his hand more room.