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[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 ]

You can be good, right?

[Phainon's voice is still warm. Perhaps a shade arrogant, a little condescending, Khaslana's confidence bleeding into him. It's heady to see how easily Anaxa obeys, when he knows just how the man loathes not doing things his way.

He lets go, then, so he can hold Anaxa down with a hand on his sternum as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, laving at the cracked edges, hot tongue dipping into that unknown universe.]

Answer me.

[ It's easy to let himself think it's just that submission objective that makes him so eager to do so. That it has nothing to do with how hot it is to hear Phainon talk to him like this, commanding him the same way he did in that changing stall. But he's never been one for denying the truth and he knows he would have submitted like this to him even in Amphoreus. Phainon knows, too - he's met countless version of him after all.

He whines at the feeling of Phainon's tongue against the edges of his hole but he's quick to nod at his question, rushing to answer to him ]

I will be good. For you.

[He could have just stopped at 'I will be good', but it's the for you afterwards that makes Phainon snap. The air tightens with the static of an incoming storm, and Flame Reaver's bulk casts a shadow over the entirety of Anaxa. His inhumanly pale, bare hands easily span the circumference of Anaxa's upper thighs as he pushes them apart.]

The first we tried this, it was you who asked for it.

[ He moves along with him easily - excited and eager. The static energy, the shadow Flame Reaver casts over him. He won't say he's been thinking about this ever since he first saw the Flame Reaver, but— ]

It does not surprise me. I had been wanting you like this since you first showed this form to me.

[Phainon laughs, low and guttural, a little cracked at the edges - before he pushes Anaxa's legs up, massive hands cradling his thighs. Spreading him so he can look at his pretty cock and the furl of muscle underneath it.]

Eager little thing. [Phainon presses a kiss to the inside of a knee, before starting to bite down the delicate skin on his inner thigh, leaving possessive bruises. He ignores Anaxa's cock, however, in favor of dragging a warm, wet tongue up, and over his hole.]

[ Phainon's already much bigger than he is under normal circumstances, but this is on an entirely different level, and he's excited for it. Every touch, every word and every kiss has his head spinning, like he's struggling to keep up with Phainon - but he likes that.

He can't help the moan escaping past his lips at the feeling of that tongue against him, or the way he's already so painfully hard when they've just begun. Phainon's enticing on any day but right now, with his mind still in a haze, and in his flame reaver form, he thinks he'd do just about anything if he asked for it. ]

As if you can blame me. Do you — have any idea of how much I've wanted you, and for how long?

[Phainon hums an acknowledgement against the crease of his thigh.]

A bit. I've caught your gaze lingering, even back at the Grove, Professor. Did you imagine me making you kneel at the podium you gave lessons from?

[And of course, once again, the moment Anaxa opens his mouth to answer Phainon's going to start eating him out in earnest, tongue large enough to feel more than a substantial. He's still holding him in place, too, so he can't squirm away.]

[ Well he was going to answer, but how can he when that tongue's against him like that? He can't squirm away, but he whimpers helplessly, eye falling shut as he brings his hand to his mouth, biting on his knuckles to at least stifle his moans ]

I've — thought about it. Of all the ways I could — have you. From the first day I saw you, you have always been —

...

the object of my desires.

[ He just made sure to repress it ]

[Reaver licks him out through his confession, slick and filthy, but at the sound of Anaxa's stifled moans he pulls back. Sits back up, displeased - an expression foreign on Phainon's face, when it's so clear.]

I should have known. But you should have known, too.

[He leans over - warming oil taken from his nightstand, the cap clicking open as he pours it over his fingers.

But then he moves, taking both of Anaxa's wrists and pinning them above his head, easily, the fragile bones dwarfed by Phainon's unyielding grip as he fucks two massive fingers into Anaxa without warning. It would almost be as thick as his cock.]

Why do you think I stayed for a decade?

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[ He REALLY should have known, but he made sure to blind himself to it - suffocate his feelings so he wouldn't even consider it. Not that he can focus on any of that, because Phainon's fingers push into him without warning and all he can do is arch his back into it and cry out, his hand reaching for him this time, trying to hold onto him ]

I was your — teacher, I could not have taken you back then.

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