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Anaxa looks at the mirror, standing in the middle of their bedroom. He definitely remembers that it wasn't here when he left for the university this morning.
"What is going on?" he points at the foreign object, his head slowly turning to where Phainon was nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
"Well…" Phainon starts, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "You know how I borrowed one of Castorice's books some time ago."
Anaxa nods, signaling his boyfriend to continue. He didn't know where it was going, but the mention of Cas definitely didn't make the situation any better, knowing her literary taste.
"So, there was this scene where the main couple decided to have sex in front of the mirror… And, well, I thought that we could try, too…"
Anaxagoras needs a full damn minute to process Phainon's words. He looks at the mirror, then at Phainon, then again at the mirror, fixing the glasses on his nose. Well, his boyfriend liked to occasionally show his kinky side. Not that Anaxa was against it.
"...Should I take it awa-"
"Have you taken a shower already?" Phainon doesn't have time to finish his sentence before Anaxa shoots his question.
"Uhm, yeah, when I got back home." Phainon nods slowly, blinks stupidly (as Anaxa likes to describe it), and looks at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, still not fully processing the implication behind the question.
"Nice. Then, get ready before I take mine." Anaxa leaves Phainon in the room alone with a mirror.
So, he was not against it. Phainon lets out a sigh of relief. Though he should do something with his impulses before engaging in kinky stuff and talk it out with Anaxa first, the next time that kind of idea comes to his mind.
The sound of the water running in the bathroom snaps Phainon out of his mind, which has already gone haywire with all the possibilities and ideas he gathered from Castorice's favourite pieces of fiction. Right, Anaxa said to get ready. He needs to focus on the task at hand.
Not that he needs much time to do so, but he definitely gets tangled in his pants for a moment as he tries to take them off and almost rips off the sleeve of his T-shirt, tugging on it too hard.
It's not that it's their first time. No, definitely not the first. But, for some reason, Phainon feels nervous. Maybe it's the idea of actually seeing in front of him how good he makes Anaxa feel. Yes, of course, he can always take a look at his face when they have sex. But, for some reason, it feels so, sooo, different. And, it makes Phainon overly excited.
Anaxa definitely takes his time in the shower, emerging from the bathroom a while later, bathrobe loosely fastened on his body. That look alone makes Phainon drool. Even after looking at him like that every day for the past six months, Phainon still can't fully believe his luck.
"I prefer your brain to be the same way your eyes are right now. Focused on me, not completely out of it before we even started." Anaxa grabs both of Phainon's cheeks with his hands as he comes to stand in front of his boyfriend.
Phainon can only slowly nod, yet his brain still short-circuits with the way the man next to him looks. Dump mint hair droops around slender shoulders that peek under the bathrobe, the thumbs slowly draw circles on Phainon's cheeks, trying to get him to focus more, and slightly plump lips part slightly in a small smile.
"You're so… Ethereal." Phainon manages to say before his hands gently grab Anaxa's waist, making him straddle Phainon's lap.
Anaxa lets out a soft, small laugh. Phainon is getting impatient, and it always amuses him.
He makes himself more comfortable on the other man's lap, leaning down to capture Phainon's lips in a kiss. Slow and steady, setting the pace he knows they both like the most.
Phainon follows the lead perfectly fine, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Anaxagoras's waist and bringing their bodies closer together, losing himself in a moment and sensation of the other's lips on his own.
"Be a good boy, take that robe off for me, hm?" Anaxa says after a few minutes of kissing, when they both get a chance to catch their breath. Phainon nods once again, complying immediately. His hands, a little clumsy but determined, untie the belt, letting the bathrobe slide down Anaxa's shoulders straight to the floor, leaving him completely naked and even more beautiful in Phainon's eyes.
Phainon leans back to Anaxa. Instead of his lips, however, Phainon kisses all the way from his chin to the collarbones, leaving occasional love bites on his way down.
Anaxa's hands find their way into Phainon's hair, slightly tangling in his white locks. He doesn't tug him away. On the contrary, he presses him closer, letting out a satisfied sigh. He adores Phainon's lips that seem to worship every inch of Anaxa's body whenever they find their way to it.
Anaxa never thought he was the type to crave love. He was more than happy with his life and the opportunity to conduct any research he wanted, thanks to his position at the university. But now, after Phainon's and his passes have crossed, Anaxa understands that it's actually such a great feeling to love and be loved back.
“What are you doing?” Anaxa asks the moment he feels silk sheets under his back. “I thought you wanted to take me in front of the mirror.”
“I still do. But I want to devour you first.” Phainon leaves a wet trail of his tongue on one of Anaxa’s lips. “Don’t you want to? Are you in a hurry today?”
Anaxa can only throw his head back, letting out a soft moan as Phainon sucks on his nipple. “Take… Your time.”
Phainon is more than happy with that answer. After all, the man in front of him is his favourite dish that he can eat out every single day and never get bored of the taste.
Phainon continues to mix licking and sucking of Anaxa’s nipple, listening to how breathless his voice becomes as time goes by, while one of his hands finds its way to the other nipple, giving Anaxa’s chest all his attention. After the number of nights they’ve spent together, Phainon has memorized that the chest is one of the most sensitive parts of Anaxa’s body. And, like any decent boyfriend would, Phainon made sure to spend a lot of time kissing and sucking all around it, making Anaxa squirm under the touch of his lips and fingers.
Another part of Anaxa’s body that was sensitive enough for Anaxagoras to occasionally grip Phainon’s shoulders was his thighs. With that thought in mind, Phainon, as soon as he had had enough with Anaxa’s chest, moved between his legs, lifting them enough to make Anaxa drop them on Phainon’s shoulders.
He repeats his previous actions, sucking and kissing all over Anaxa's inner thighs, moving closer and closer to Anaxa’s dick that was already begging for more attention. Though Phainon, being a little tease he is, avoids it at all costs, even though he is moving closer and closer with each kiss and bite.
“For how long do you intend to play your games?” Anaxa finally asks through the breathless moan as his hands find their way into Phainon’s hair, tangling in snow white locks, not enough to hurt but enough to tug his head back. And even so, he has the audacity to look up to see Anaxa's face and. Oh, god . This must be his biggest mistake when he sees the guy bite his lip and almost let out a disappointed sigh, when Phainon stopped so suddenly. Phainon, on the other hand, almost chokes on the air. He's so damn petty. Unbelievable. Phainon, without any jokes ready to worship him, as God would worship his favorite unbeliever.
“I don’t know? Until I make a mess out of you?” leaves Phainon's lips plastered with a teasing smirk. “Or until you finally start ordering me around.”
So that was his plan all along. Fair enough. Anaxa will give in this time.
“Really? Then, put that cheeky mouth to use and suck me off.” And Phainon does. Following the hands in his hair, Phainon moves directly to Anaxa’s cock.
“Your wish is my command,” a little spark in his eyes - oh, so he wants it that badly?
Painon rarely hesitates when it comes to Anaxa. But today he gives one awkward glance before brushing the hair out of his face and, as Anaxa says it, "putting his mouth to use.” Finally. He starts carefully, tracing around the head with his tongue at first and sliding his fingers up his thighs, he massages them, squeezing them a little as he savors him a little deeper with his mouth. He is carefully studying the reaction of his boyfriend. And, oh, he gets one. Anaxa gets deeper into Painon's hair with his fingers, gripping a little harder, causing Phainon to let out a strangled groan, which frankly doesn't make the situation any better when he feels the vibration on his cock. Then, he can't help but moan. And Phainon, fuck him actually, smirks with his eyes. Anaxa can almost see little devils dancing there. He lets it slide only because he's so good at whatever he's doing now. “Mmm, yeah, just like that. Give me more, Phainon.”
Phainon follows his words again. He licks the whole length before returning to the head and sucking it into his mouth. He is gentle . After all the time they’ve been together, Phainon knows how Anaxa likes it - slowly, not too deep so that Phainon won’t gag. That’s why Phainon goes only halfway down, sucking his cheeks in to create the vacuum around before going back up. H e helps himself with fingers, rubbing as much as Anaxa allows him to, before casting a glance that Phainon can read without any words. Play that game fairly , Phainon has no choice but to obey. He once again stops on the head, circling his tongue around and earning even more moans from Anaxa. They make eye contact. So shameless. But seeing Phainon’s face all red and needy was worth it. Phainon drinks every little reaction and change on Anaxa’s face. Every small smile, every little frown. He wants to know all of him, he wants to adore every detail as long as he can make him feel that good.
And then he just lets Anaxa lead his head the way he wants it. He is doing good, he knows it, but if his pretty boyfriend wants a bit of power for his own pleasure, who is Phainon to say no? So he just follows his lead, devouring Anaxa, and he keeps his mouth on his dick before his boyfriend finally tells him to stop. He lifts his head, releasing it with a smacking sound.
“God… When did you become so good at it?” Anaxa runs his fingers through Phainon's hair, slides his fingers down his cheek until he grabs him by the chin. Phainon looks…insufferable with his red swollen lips and the pleased smile, with his bright eyes, with all his sweet blushing. That does something in his chest.
For his own pity, Anaxa didn't know that the picture for Phainon is much more incomparable, because for him, there is no better reward than seeing Anaxa in an absolute mess.
“But we can't have me coming before the main attraction, now, can we?”
Phainon nods, but still leaves one more kiss on the head of Anaxa's cock, squeezing his hip before letting him go.
"Sit up." Anaxa commands, and Phainon immediately complies, sitting on the edge of the bed. Anaxa follows him, moving on top of Phainon.
Anaxa definitely took his sweet time opening and rolling the condom down Phainon's cock painfully slowly, occasionally squeezing it just so slightly, feeding on Phainon's twisted face and quiet moans that started to leave his lips.
"I leave the rest to you." After finally finishing with his torture, Anaxa pecks on Phainon's lips and passes him the bottle of lube before turning around to finally face the main attraction of the day – the full-length mirror.
Phainon doesn't waste much time after he finally manages to rip his eyes from Anaxa's back. He pours a generous amount of the lube on his hands, spreading it all over the length of his dick and around Anaxa's entrance, pushing a finger inside for the test. Of course, he got himself all ready while showering. If Phainon was being completely honest, he was a little upset he didn't get to do it himself. But as long as Anaxa was all pretty and ready, Phainon couldn't really complain.
Phainon grabs Anaxa's hips gently and carefully, slowly guiding him onto his cock, steadily, inch by inch, letting Anaxa adjust to the feeling of fullness inside of him.
Anaxa lets out another breathless moan, eyes almost rolling back as he feels Phainon fully inside. He leans back, pressing his back against Phainon's chest.
"You can move." Anaxa declares after some time. You don't need to say that to Phainon twice. His hips start to move in a steady rhythm the moment these words leave Anaxa's lips.
Phainon finally remembers about the mirror in front of them when he catches a glimpse of their reflection. And, oh, god, he won't be joking if he says he almost came the moment he saw the picture in front of him. Anaxa, with still-damp hair, blooming flowers of hickeys on his chest and thighs, and lips parted in moans caused by Phainon , was completely dangerous for poor Phainon's heart. That was the look Phainon wanted to carve into his memory, burn on his retina, and paint as the main piece of art for the art gallery. Anaxa was absolutely and utterly ethereal in Phainon's eyes.
"My god... Look at you, Nax... You're soo lovely." Phainon muttered through the set of moans as his hands spread Anaxa's legs a little wider for a better view.
"I mean, yeah, such lovely colourful spots, can't agree more." Anaxa lets out an amused scoff when Phainon turns to him with a puzzled look.
It took him a few seconds to understand. Of course. Anaxa has atrocious vision without his glasses. Phainon feels mortified. How could he forget such an important detail about the love of his life?
His movements come to a halt as his head drops on Anaxa's shoulders, leaving only the red tips of his ears to show how embarrassed he is right now.
"Fuck... I'm so sorry, I completely fo-"
"Hey, who said you should stop?" Anaxa doesn't let him finish, lightly flicking Phainon's forehead. "Come on, continue what you've started. And, don't you dare to look away from that mirror, do you hear me?”
“But you-” Phainon tries to argue, meeting Anaxa's eyes again. It earns him another flick.
“Phainon, I agreed to it, even knowing that I won't see much. You don't have to make a problem out of something I don't have a problem with, alright? Just go ahead.”
Phainon hesitates for a moment longer before surrendering. He starts to move again the second he locks eyes with their reflections. He sees how Anaxa's head turns to the side to look at Phainon, the satisfied smile plays on the man's lips as he watches how Phainon turns into a puddle of pleasure with what he sees.
Phainon's hands are all over Anaxa's body as he holds the rhythm of his thrusts. He gropes him, scratches, and occasionally plays with his nipples, all while looking at it through the mirror. Anaxa's body feels just right in Phainon's arms. He can never get enough of it. The most beautiful body Phainon has ever held in his arms.
Anaxa moans, even sweeter than before, and Phainon feels like losing his mind.
“You- Mghh- You can go faster,” as if he can read thoughts, Anaxa says as he leaves a kiss on Phainon's temple.
Now, Phainon definitely loses all his sanity. He wraps his hands around Anaxa's waist – oh good heavens, he feels so fucking amazing in Phainon's arms – and goes faster, deeper, harder.
Anaxa becomes louder, his eyes rolling even more. He was never the one for physical intimacy, to be honest. He decided to try just once a few years back. He said it was for his research purposes. Phainon was more than happy to help back then. And, oh god, Anaxa finally understood why people enjoyed sex so much.
Maybe the reason was in Phainon's skills – he was pretty damn good, if you ask Anaxa – or maybe because Phainon followed every single instruction Anaxa gave, taking his time to study Anaxagoras's body and find where he reacted the best. Or, maybe because he was already long gone and deeply in love with that man. Anaxa truly can't say what it was, but the fact was that it felt incredibly good with Phainon, and he wanted to do it again.
Now, even though Anaxa was already used to that feeling, it was very pleasurable to have Phainon deep inside him. Even more pleasurable was Phainon's reactions, moans, and little whimpers. It was like a drug at this point.
“I'm close.” Phainon whimpers in Anaxa's shoulder. Anaxa knows. And, he is, in fact, close, too.
“Cum for me, Phainon.” was all it took for Phainon to go over the edge, sinking his teeth into Anaxa's shoulder as an orgasm caught up to him.
Anaxa followed suit, cum covering Phainon's arms that were still wrapped tightly around Anaxagoras's stomach.
“Fuck… Next time, we have sex with your glasses on. You should see that, Nax.” Phainon mumbles into his shoulder.
“Oh, kinky much?” Anaxa chuckles, earning another bite on his shoulder.
“As if you didn't understand that much from the mirror stuff.”