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The day was the same as the last, though how could he expect anything less when the Month of Strife was so close? The Month of Strife… almost a fitting month for the predicament Phainon found himself in once again, alone and abandoned in the confines of this large four-poster bed that felt too empty and far too cold without his beloved Mydeimos to shelter him in his warm arms through the night.

Phainon rolled himself on to his back, the sheets tangled in his legs, as a rush of slick began to coat his thighs. Sighing, Phainon peeled the bedsheets off of himself, pushing them down further with his bare feet as he watched the thick, viscous lubricant slide down past his sleep shorts, along the defined muscle of his thigh, and wondered what could be more enticing about reports and meetings than the way his body begged for attention from his alpha.

His heat started two days ago. The nest he built was littered with Mydei’s clothing. Shirts, pants, shorts, even his workout clothes and his pillows were Phainon’s constant companions as he organised them into neat and tidy spaces he could easily find when he wanted to inhale his alpha’s scent, and while Mydei had been more attentive to correct his own negligence, by working from home more often and ensuring he was home to embrace Phainon during his heat, there will still times Phainon found himself… alone, like an uninhabited island with only one visitor to its shores, lost to the obscurity of time. However, Mydei did say Phainon shouldn’t let him get away with such things, didn’t he? That it was his job, as an alpha, to care for his omega?

Normally, Phainon would not have entertained such a thing. His needs and desires were secondary; nothing more than a rogue drop of water joining the waterfall down into the flowing river where everyone else’s wishes culminated; where Phainon could not let the river stagnate, lest he be left purposeless in this life, no matter how many times those in the river rose from it, like spirits, to tell him he did not need to take their burdens upon himself to deserve happiness and love; that he did not have to be useful in keeping the river flowing. The river would flow by itself with or without his help, and instead of tending the river, he should join them in the tranquility of nature, steadied by the rocks and connecting to the ocean as they headed downstream, instead.

However, even the smallest drop of water could make a ripple in the waves, couldn’t it, and if it were Mydei’s wish that he be held to account for his own actions than left to his own devices to get away with what Phainon could no longer ignore because of the ache in his chest and lower, then, perhaps, Phainon should peel himself off of this bed. Slowly, he rises, the mattress beneath him peeling off of his sweat-sheened skin, and dizzyingly, Phainon finds himself staggering into the living room to see Mydei exactly where he expected him to be; sitting at his computer desk, typing in words on a keyboard as the black lines of sentences flash into his view. Phainon begins to walk towards him, almost keeling over on to the sofa from his own light-headedness. Catching himself, Phainon pushed himself up from the sofa, but either Mydei’s hearing was much sharper than he thought, in a moment of sudden clarity divorced from the effects of his heat, Phainon realised his senses were duller than usual.

Either way, Mydei turned, tearing the headphones from his head as he found Phainon half on-the-floor, and half trying to stand, like a newborn fawn who hasn’t quite figured out how many limbs it has yet.

“What are you doing?” Mydei questions, incredulity evident in his voice, pulling Phainon on to his lap easily.

Phainon’s inner omega sang with adoration as Mydei’s warmth encompassed him, his hand caressing his bare thigh up to the junction where his thigh ended and his buttocks began, before travelling back down again, slowly, like the attention one would give a beloved pet. Phainon rests his head on Mydei’s shoulder, the overwhelming nausea he wasn’t aware he was feeling from his own difficulties beginning to subside as Mydei exuded calming pheromones around them, wrapping Phainon in that warm blanket of security.

“I miss you,” Phainon mumbled into his neck.

“You told me you wanted to sleep,” Mydei replied.

“I did?” Phainon asked.

Mydei sighed, though he did not say anything more as he adjusted Phainon on to his lap, his long legs swinging over his chair as his toes brushed the ground beneath them, pulling him up a little for him to rest a bit more comfortably as his head rested on Mydei’s shoulder, his lips brushing over Mydei’s neck, his breath tickling his collarbone in intervals. Eventually, once more, shrouded by Mydei’s calmng pheromones, the caress of his skin Mydei offered, and the way the world seem to light up with warm colour now that his alpha was close, Phainon fell asleep.

Phainon did not sleep for long.

Perhaps, twenty minutes, twenty-five minutes at the most, before he was woken again by Mydei’s voice, startling him awake. Blearily, Phainon woke again, peering through the curtain of white hair that had fallen into his eyes, to see Mydei’s headset on again as he boredly talked about whatever culinary affairs required administrative input. Phainon could feel the tension in Mydei’s body as he sighed, the stress surmounting in the way his temple partially protruded, and his muscles flexed beneath Phainon’s hand. Clearly, whoever was on the other end was a pain to deal with, and so, Phainon, with the thoughts only mischievous and bratty omegas could have, began to form a plan.

Mydei had always been there to help him to relax when he was stressed. Why not return the favour? It could only be a winning situation for both of them, for an omega who missed his alpha would surely gain his attention like this.

Pulling himself into a seating position, Phainon swung his legs over the side of Mydei’s chair, who loosened his arms, thinking Phainon wanted to leave, perhaps expecting him to take the more comfortable sofa to sleep yet stay close, or to return to bed, only to be confused as his words trailed one after the other as Phainon smiled brightly at him, blue sparkling with mischief as he held a finger to his lips, slowly sinking to his knees. As soon as Phainons’s knees hit the floor, gently, like a pillow being cast aside in the night, his fingers rested on either side of Mydei’s legs, tapping with imperceptible lightness against his knees as realisation dawned on Mydei’s face, though he made no movement to stop Phainon when he descended upon the zipper of his pants, maintaining eye contact as long lashes fluttered over his cheekbones, giving him a juxtaposing air of innocence as he pulled Mydei’s zipper down his teeth.

Mydei inhaled sharply, trying his best to still listen to what the other person was saying, though Phainon knew he would rather pick him up and bend him over the sofa for his antics right now, yet somehow the thought he couldn’t yet only excited Phainon more, his cunt clenching around nothing as more slick spilled from him, down his thighs, dripping on to the floor below as he finally unfastened the last of Mydei’s pants, slowly pulling them down as the fabric rustled quietly, no ceremony except his own as Phainon’s mouth began to water from the promise of the last piece of clothing before his prize came into view. He hasn’t done this in a while; either not having had the wherewithal, or Mydei preferred to fuck him elsewhere than his mouth, but now… Phainon’s fingers reached up to hook into the waistband of his boxers, staring up at Mydei with parted lips and pleading eyes reminiscent of a neglected whore finally being awared for their patience. In silent assent, Mydei lifted his hips up to allow Phainon to pull them off, exposing himself to the space between the chair and Phainon’s mouth.

With careful ceremony, Phainon peeled the boxers from Mydei, discarding them around his ankles as Mydei’s half-hard cock sprang into view, causing his pussy to clench in anticipation, his mouth watering further as the large beast is taken in the palm of his hand. Wasting no more time, Phainon wraps his lips around the head of Mydei’s cock, pumping it slowly with his other hand as he brings it to full hardness. Mydei holds back a hiss above him, attempting to keep his voice steady as he spoke into the microphone again.

Eventually, Phainon begins to take more of Mydei into his mouth, one of Mydei’s hands resting in his hair as he pets through it. Still, irritation floods Mydei’s tone as he speaks, even when Phainon redoubles his efforts, that he peels himself off of Mydei’s cock and huffs from the lack of attention; the lack of pleasure being given to his alpha, and surely, Phainon is not a bad omega that he can’t please his alpha, is he? — Nevertheless, the sprout of a new idea taking root as he takes Mydei’s cock in hand once again, and licks a long stripe from his shaft to the tip of his cock, his tongue teasing Mydei’s slit, causing Mydei to jolt as he cuts himself off mid-sentence, tightening his grip in Phainon’s hair.

With surprise coupled with mild irritation, Mydei’s gaze flickered to Phainon who, once more, only innocently peered through his long eyelashes up at Mydeimos, sinking his mouth back along his cock as he began to suck around him gently. Mydei’s attention returned to the screen, sighing quietly as he continued to listen to who was on the other line, only for Phainon to moan loudly around him, the vibration around his cock causing a shiver of pleasure up Mydei’s spine that he accidentally opened the wrong file to send.

Phainon peeled himself off of Mydei’s cock to breathe, though his hand still pumped along the shaft, only for him to eagerly descend upon it again once Mydei’s attention returned to the screen, though this time he only sucked around the head, his tongue darting out to lick along the slit once more, though this time in intervals instead of just once. In a bid of punishment for his antics, Mydei pulled a little harshly on Phainon’s hair, yet all it did was cause him to moan around Mydei’s cock, sending another jolt of pleasure up his spine.

Mercifully, the call ended. Mydeimos placed his headset aside as he peered down at the naughty omega between his legs who decided to attempt sliding his cock into his mouth once more. Mydei pulled himself back, causing Phainon to whine as his head is tugged back a little more by his hair. Mydei stares down at him, eyes filled with lust coupled by his heat and his earlier actions, lips parted and slick with spit, chest heaving, and panting breaths passing by those shining lips.

Mydei ran his thumb over those parted lips, pushing inside, past Phainon’s teeth, to press against his tongue. From muscle memory, or the contrasting nature of Phainon’s wish to be good for Mydei while being a mischievous brat at the same time, Phainon wrapped his lips over Mydei’s thumb, beginning to suck gently.

“You brat,” Mydei begins, his own voice thick with desire, strong and low, like one sip of whisky, leaning in close to where he keeps Phainon’s head in place with the rest of his fingers beneath his chin, “do you want my attention that bad?”

Phainon swallowed around Mydei’s thumb, peering up at him as Mydei pushed his thumb in further, almost causing him to choke as tears sprang in to Phainon’s eyes, and knowing Mydei, with his honey-amber gaze burning with flames that threaten to engulf Phainon in a way he would let them, he wouldn’t let him go until he answered. Slowly, he nodded, and while he was fully clothed, suddenly he felt naked and vulnerable as more slick slipped down his thighs.

“Fine,” Mydei replied, “I’ll give it to you.”

Suddenly, Mydei let go of him, pushing himself back further in his chair to assume his signature position of sitting with his legs spread wide, cheek resting on one hand. Phainon frowned, confused on what Mydei wanted from him as his predator’s gaze surveyed him, watching him like a lion stalks its prey before it pounces, who has stayed still, remaining on his knees, hoping the lion would not pounce on him.

“Undress yourself,” Mydei commanded. Phainon inhaled. Rising to his feet, he took his shorts off first, soiled at the tips from where slick gathered among his thighs, before his soaked panties followed, exposing his swollen and begging cunt to the cool air, slick beginning to pool out of him now as anticipation and fear warred within him, lost to the dark of not knowing what Mydeimos had in mind, and finally his shirt, exposing his sensitive nipples to the chill, hardening beneath it. Phainon shivered a little as he stood there, folding his clothes neatly, awaiting his next command.

Mydei took a moment to study him from head to toe, the glint of desire sparking in his eye as he watched the way slick travelled out of Phainon’s body, sliding down his defined thighs and past his calves, painting his skin in glistening colours. However, Mydei did not give him another verbal command. Instead, he stood, keeping Phainon rooted in the spot with his gaze as he entered the bedroom. A few more minutes passed, leaving Phainon exposed in the chilled air that seemed to brush over every sensitive part of his body.

Finally, Mydei returned with a pillow in hand, and the leather strap of a gag designed to keep his mouth open dangling from one of his hands. Custom-made, made to order, to accommodate the intimidating size of Mydei's cock. Phainon remembers it well, even though he hasn't seen it in a while. Placing the pillow gently on the floor, Mydei stood behind Phainon, gently pushing him down by the shoulders. Phainon followed, his knees hitting the pillow without fanfare, so softly, not even the rooms between them could hear. Mydei tucked the stray hairs behind his ear, tilting his face up to face him as Phainon quivered with a mix between excitement and being cold.

“Open your mouth,” Mydei commanded, gently.

Eagerly, Phainon obeyed. Mydei placed the gag in his mouth, stretching his jaw around it, the metal ring in his mouth knocking against his teeth slightly, as Mydei tied it at the back of his head.

“Is that too tight?” Mydei asked.

Phainon shook his head.

“Do you remember your system?”

Phainon nodded.

“Show me,” Mydei commanded. “Green?”

Phainon raised his hands, holding on to either side of Mydei’s legs, steadying himself against them as he tapped on Mydei’s thigh twice, quickly; quick enough to show his eagerness, quick enough to show he was willing to keep going, but not so quick that it seemed like urgency.

“Yellow?”

Phainon tapped Mydei’s thigh with his entire hand; a gentle slap. Enough force to force him to stop, but not enough that signalled Mydei to stop completely.

“And red?”

Phainon pinched his skin. Lightly, for now, though in the rare times he has used it, it has been harsh, bruisingly, before Mydei would gather him in his arms to soothe him, everything else discarded and only held tight in his warm, sheltering embrace until the world seems like less of a dangerous threat; until his breath has slowed enough, his tears subsided, and his body has stopped shaking — stopped expecting the worst.

“Good boy,” Mydei praised, and Phainon preened under it.

“Now, since you don’t know how to behave,” Mydei started, his tone taking an air of command that had butterflies pool in Phainon’s gut as a rush of slick pooled in the crevice between his legs, spilling on to the pillow, and a short, low whine escaped him, at the same time Mydei gently tucked another stray strand of white hair behind his ear, as if to soothe him. “I’m going to fuck your face.”

If Phainon could bite his lip to hold back his moan, considering this was supposed to be a punishment for his behaviour, he would have, but considering the gag was holding his jaw open, a strangled sound came out instead as his pussy clenched again, arousal flooding his very being to send a shiver up his spine as Mydei took himself in hand, guiding his fully hard cock across Phainon’s lips.

“Try not to look too much like an excited whore,” Mydei whispered, leaning down, into his ear. Of course, whether or not Phainon thought he hid something well, Mydei could see it; in the sparkle of his eyes in the light, in the twitch of his lips, in the bobbing of his throat. There was truly nothing he could hide from Mydei, unless Mydei didn’t want to notice.

“Hands in your lap unless you need them,” Mydei commanded. Phainon huffed a little, but obeyed anyway.

Mydei guided himself into Phainon’s mouth, hands bracing himself on either side of Phainon’s head as he slowly sunk himself all the way in so Phainon could feel him breaching his mouth, bit by bit, moaning lightly around Mydei’s cock as he did so — until Mydei hit the back of his throat, causing him to choke a little, tears springing to his eyes as Mydei rested there for a moment, choking Phainon on his cock. Another shiver of arousal ran up Phainon’s spine as both the pillow and his legs were absolutely soaked now.

“Colour?” Mydei asked.

Phainon lightly tapped his leg twice.

Suddenly, Mydei pulled back, all the way out, allowing Phainon room to breathe. Phainon panted a little, before Mydei ran his hand through his hair, bunching tightly on to the strands there as he guided his cock into Phainon’s mouth once again. Phainon moaned around him, louder this time, sending vibrations through his cock that it seemed to grow impossibly harder in his mouth, as he closed his eyes, exhaling softly when the hairs at the base of Mydei’s cock tickled his nose.

“Prepare yourself, omega,” was all the warning Phainon got.

Mydei didn’t immediately start fucking his mouth in earnest, though it was a little quicker than he had before, one hand bunched in his hair as he thrusted into Phainon’s mouth, causing Phainon to drool slightly, spit dripping on to the floor to join the pool of slick beneath Phainon. He built Phainon up to it gradually, like a frog who doesn’t know it’s being boiled alive. Eventually, Mydei removed his hand from the grip it had on the back of Phainon’s head, only to move to the side, his other hand joining as he braced himself on either side of Phainon’s head, his hips snapping in a fast but steady rhythm as he began to fuck into Phainon’s mouth in earnest.

Tears strolled down Phainon’s cheeks as obscene sounds filled the air, the sound of the back of his throat being hit over and over again ringing in his own ears as Mydei’s cock filled his mouth to the brim, leaving his neglected pussy feeling empty and begging for attention as he was sure enough slick to fill a swimming pool had gathered beneath him now. There was nothing Phainon could do except take it, the thought of his own helplessness, at being at the mercy of his alpha, making him moan around Mydei’s cock, which seemed to be all Mydei needed to bury himself to the hilt, spilling down Phainon’s throat, who did his best to swallow it all, but it was quite difficult with his jaw being indisposed.

Therefore, when Mydei pulled out, some of his spend dribbled past Phainon’s chin and on to his lap. Phainon coughed a little. Mydei unhooked the back of the gag, allowing Phainon to move his jaw again, stretching it out as he rubbed it. Mydei’s hand caressed through his hair, tipping his chin up with his other hand as he smoothed over Phainon’s jaw, massaging some of the soreness out of it a little.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

Phainon nodded, before croaking out a quiet, simple, “Yes.”

“And what would that be?” Mydei pressed.

“Not to be a brat while you’re at work.”

“Good boy,” Mydei praised. Phainon pressed his lips together, head hanging heavy as his pussy clenched again. Mydei tilted his head up, forcing him to look him in the eye, “and good boys get rewards, don’t they?”

Phainon glanced down to where the wet patch beneath him was. Mydei followed his line of sight, understanding what Phainon wanted as his reward before he ever had to say it.

“Mydei, please,” Phainon moaned into the air as he fucked himself on Mydei’s cock. Phainon had lost count of how many times he had orgasmed on Mydei’s cock, having started from when Mydei had scooped him up from his position in the living room, laying him flat on his back on the bed, and ending with where they were now, Phainon on top of Mydei as he rode him, desperate to feel full; to be stuffed full of whatever Mydei had to offer. A whisper followed as he braced himself against Mydei’s chest, Mydei’s hands gripping on to his hips, caressing them in soothing circles as Phainon’s hips began to stutter, chasing his release, yet also chasing Mydei’s, “breed me.”

At that, the grip on his hips grew harsher; almost bruising, as Mydei buried himself in Phainon’s pussy, the last of what he had to offer spurting into Phainon, pulling him down so harshly, Phainon thought Mydei would never let go. Finally, once he had, Mydei, spent and exhausted from his own many orgasms, flopped back down on to the bed, Phainon following as he laid his head on Mydei’s collarbone. Their panting breaths were all that filled the room. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until Mydei kissed Phainon’s forehead as he pulled out, his spend spurting out from Phainon in waves. Phainon whined at the loss, but had left himself too tired and boneless to truly do anything about it.

“Come on, princess,” Mydei panted, slightly breathless, but obviously enough energy left in him to scoop Phainon up into a bridal carry, “time for a bath.”

Phainon didn’t protest, wrapping his arms around Mydei’s shoulder, and snuggling into the warmth of his alpha.