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You were very good.

[ He confirms, indulging him and giving him a quick kiss to his cheek ]

I will not try death again. ...but there are things with pain you can do without necessarily harming me. That would weigh less on your conscience, would it not?

I've... done some of the sort before, at your behest. I don't remember much.

[He tangles their legs together, burying his face in Anaxa's hair for a moment.]

I'm still afraid, but I can try...? Anaxa. I'll never hurt you unless you ask me for it. YOu know that right?

You do not have to try if you don't want to. But I was merely referring to the void in my chest, and behind my eye.

[ As phainon tangles their legs together he just rests against him, enjoying the closeness and surprisingly, the intimacy of this. ...maybe he was right. maybe they are married now. ]

But do not be so foolish. You are far too brilliant for that. The only one who is afraid you will hurt me is you.

I want to! I- [Muttered somewhere Anaxa can't look him in the face-] I want to be good for you. I want to make you happy.

Then call me "my beloved" again. Shower me with love as you make me writhe in pain for you.

[Phainon's breath stutters in his chest, and he sort of squeezes Anaxa full-body for a moment, before tangling them together once again.]

You really are concussed.

Isn't that a good chance for you to take advantage of it, then?

...don't you need to recover?

[All right so basically emptying Anaxa's brain of everything but Phainon was something he'd really like doing, considering he's still mad Anaxa went off on this entire jaunt and Phainon's not sure who or what he's mad at, but.]

[ He shifts so he can kiss his cheek, his temple - the corner of his eyes. He's affectionate in a way that is definitely uncharacteristic. He, for one, is taking advantage of the easy cover his being out of it is giving him. ]

...mm. Perhaps. But my body is still in good shape.

You'll tell me if it's too much?

[The warmth of his hand is already crawling up under the hem of the back of Anaxa's shirt.]

[ He arches into his touch, clearly enjoying it despite the state he's currently in ]

Of course I will. If you cannot trust yourself, then at least trust me.

Do you want to try, uh. [He hesitates, trailing fingertips up Anaxa's spine.] Taking me as the Flame Reaver? In my favored size.

[ For a man who has been taking his time registering words said to him and answering back, this answer comes a little too fast ]

Yes.

Just so you have an idea. [He takes one of Anaxa's hands, and draws a finger from the tips of his fingers up to a little past his elbow.] I don't remember any mortal being able to take all of me.

[What he does remember: breaking Anaxa's mind for a night, reducing him to doll that didn't understand how to say anything but Phainon's name, a creature of heat and pleasure and tears and begging.]

[ He's certainly been pushing the boundaries of what he can take quite a lot already, but it is different with Linnea - her form just adapts to his. Phainon is going to be a lot different.

His mind is still foggy, and so he can't think of proper solutions. Maybe he'll die again on his cock. He just said he never wants to die again and he doesn't, but you know what? That's worth the risk. ]

And what happened last time you tried?

By the time you passed out, I think you stopped understanding words that weren't either of our names.

[He looks a little nervous.] So I get it if you don't want to, no worries!

That means I did not die. Then you should feel no reason to hold back.

If I permanently lost my mind then your earlier wish will come true, would it not. Keeping me as a toy ready to milk your cock.

[Phainon buries his face into the pillow between them and whines, muffled, into it. The more Anaxa talks, the more Phainon sinks into the mood of it, and them more he wants,actually, and this time he would be in his full mind during and after, when he would spoil the living daylights out of his lover...]

There's going to be a point where it won't be wise to provoke me, Anaxa. [Shit. He shifts, going up on an elbow to bracket the other man with his arms.] I would ruin you and you're going to like it.

[ But how can he not provoke him when every time he does Phainon gifts him with the best expressions, with hunger and urgency he so desperately wants to see on him? ]

Do not forget, my dear Phainon, that I am the one who conquered the trial of Reason.

[ Has the fog in his mind cleared? Not really. But he is thinking clearly enough for this ]

Don't I have the authority to decide whether it is wise or not to have you ruin me?

I trust you.

[He sits up, then. Dips his head to kiss Anaxa on the forehead, brushing away his bangs, fingers trailing down the crevices of his face. A gentle hand cupping his jaw, holding it in place, the edge of possessiveness making itself known.]

Do you trust me to push you beyond your limits? Even if you beg for me to stop? [His eyes crinkle.] I promise I'll take care of you afterwards!

[ It's unfair how much he enjoys that. The gentle touch, the possessiveness of it. He's trying not to trigger it against other people, but when it's fully directed at him, oh. He loves it. ]

I will always trust you.

But I will never beg you to stop, Phainon. Wherever that limit lies with me, you better push well past it.

There would be no titans now except me. No name to beseech except mine. Do you understand? You will take what I will give you and you will thank me for it.

[There's no warning before he slots their mouths together, holding Anaxa's head in place, something he's never done before.]

[ Good, because he's beyond excited already - and the kiss, at least, is enough to quench some of his thirst. Like this, with Phainon holding him in place it almost feels like he's trapped - and that, too, is an incredible turn on ]

Come now. I need not beg to any gods. Your name is already the only one I want to call out to.

Whether it'll be for a prayer, to beg or praise you, is up to you.

[Phainon doesn't waste any more time, then: he starts stripping Anaxa's clothes off, quick and efficient, like he can't wait any longer to have his hands on that wealth of skin.]

Relax for me, Professor. [Murmured, as he immediately hooks two fingers into the hole in his chest.]

[ He arches his back and immediately lets out a cry for him, his face going red as pain hits him and with that, pleasure. He wants so much more and it is difficult to relax when he feels this agony, but he tries to - not for his own comfort, but because Phainon asked for it ]

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