@originmirror asked: [ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"
despite what some might assume given his age, appearance, and status, phainon has never actually taken a woman to bed before. he's been too busy from the moment he left home, and frankly, he hasn't exactly felt the urge or need to. romance and lust have simply never been at the forefront of phainon's mind.
... that's what he's always assumed. things changed when his good friends from beyond the sky came to town, and phainon found himself helplessly smitten. since then, he's spent an embarrassing amount of nights lost in thought with stelle's face in mind. she's just so effortlessly cool and amazing and beautiful as well. he's known from the first time she tried to smack him with her bat that she'd be trouble for him.
thankfully, he's been lucky enough to enter some sort of arrangement with her. it's maybe not exactly what he fantasizes about, but it's something, so he can't really bring himself to complain. he doesn't know if this is just one of the perks of being her comrade or what, but he's not in the business of making things weird between.
mydei has told him several times over that he's a fool that needs to man up, but well, phainon has never been greedy.
save for right now, actually, as he's feeling very greedy with stelle under him with her knees perched over his shoulders. he's never seen her like this before, nor has he ever imagined she could even get like this. just seeing her expression alone feels euphoric for him, and he's come to the realization that he could die right where he is, nestled right between her thighs and stuffed deep inside her, and die happy. titans be damned, this must be the paradise of the era nova.
"yeah?" he asks, and there's a little rasp to phainon's voice as he pulls back just a bit. it's enough to make him damn near whine because he doesn't want to ever pull away from her, but he also doesn't want to be rude and ignore her. he turns his head to the side and kisses her calf, fighting every urge in his body that's screaming at him to just go wild.
"i've new to this, really, but you make me want to do well for you, partner. i'd say you're the one doing amazing. you should see yourself. it's a shame you came to amphoreus so late because i think you could've easily become the romance demi-god," he says, and he realizes he probably sounds ridiculous but it's hard to think straight when he feels drunk off of his partner's pussy. he means it, though. stelle is divine, all flushed and begging. he never imagined he'd see her cheeks so red or her expression so needy.
"you're not giving me empty praise to be nice, are you?" he's stopped moving, and he'll pretend it's to be a little mean when in reality it's because he's worried this will end much sooner if he keeps at it so enthusiastically.
he's never done this, but he's read plenty... especially in the past few months. still, theory isn't the same as application, and trying to keep from blowing his load when he's dicking down the woman of his dreams is quite the monumental task.
he reaches between them then to rub at her clit, his thumb massaging over it as he watches in fascination how it reacts to his touch. he's taking a mental note, intensely focused on the area between her thighs like he'll be tested on sketching it by memory.
"fascinating and beautiful. you're so wet and small and pink down here, partner. you should see how obscene this looks. it's a miracle she can fit this," phainon's cheeks are burning as he speaks, but it's more from his own arousal than any sort of shame at how filthy he's speaking. he hasn't even truly clocked that since he's so entranced by stelle's cunt. he rocks his hips forward then, grinding deeper, indicating what he means by this.
phainon's trying to tease her, but funnily enough, the sensation has him groaning too.
"gods, that's tight. do you feel it?" he takes her hand into his own free hand and brings it down to her lower abdomen, making her press down and apply pressure on it. "must be right there, you think? we're so close together." but it's not enough, he thinks.
