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Sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming Phoenix as he slowly awoke from a peaceful night’s rest. Normally, Miles would already be up, and the strong scent of coffee brewed just for Phoenix would be wafting into their bedroom. However, today was a Saturday, allowing Phoenix ample time to rest in the arms of his beloved. He shifted, feeling Miles resting close to him. Miles was a rather comforting presence in Phoenix’s half-asleep state. A soft hum and a sigh escaped Phoenix as he nestled closer, feeling warmth grace his neck.
“Mmm, ‘morning, Miles…” Phoenix’s voice was rough with sleep as he chuckled from the sensation that he now realized was a collection of featherlight kisses being pressed to his neck.
“Good morning, Phoenix,” Miles mumbled against Phoenix’s neck, his voice a bit clearer, likely from waking a bit earlier than Phoenix had. Old habits die hard. Miles’ arm wrapped more tightly around Phoenix’s waist, alerting him of its presence. Phoenix jumped a little in surprise but quickly settled in, kissing Miles’ forehead with another soft chuckle.
“Someone’s clingy this morning. Sleep well, hun?”
“Mmm, better… now that you’re up…”
Miles continued to plant endless gentle kisses along Phoenix's neck and throat, humming between each one as he spoke. His breath fanned Phoenix’s collarbone, sending a quick shiver down his spine despite the soft, warm blankets heated by the morning sun.
“Aww, can’t get enough of me, can you?” Phoenix teased, a feeble yet common attempt to hide his quickly fading composure. The hand that had started to aimlessly trail back and forth across Phoenix’s waist suddenly paused and squeezed.
“Mnn… I’ve been waiting for you to awake, Phoenix…”
As Miles finally backed off of Phoenix’s neck and looked up at him, Phoenix realized that this was far more than an innocent bout of affection. There was a darkness to Miles’ steely eyes. A carnal gaze that only appeared every odd morning. It never failed to make Phoenix’s cheeks flush and his own multicolored eyes widen slightly, regardless of how sleepy he was.
“Oh… what for?”
After a moment, his gaze settled, and his eyes traced Miles’ features as the tension in the air grew thick. Miles’ yearning was palpable, and Phoenix was curious about what put him in such a state overnight. However, unlike Phoenix, he struggled to be bold with the desires that crossed his mind.
“Well, it would be rather… crass to just say outright. Are you-”
“Miles, come on. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”
A slight flush crossed Miles’ cheeks, and it only darkened further as Phoenix insisted. He averted his gaze, removing his arm from Phoenix’s side and wrapping it around himself out of apparent embarrassment.
“I suppose you’re right…” Miles sighed, searching for the confidence within himself to be as bold as Phoenix tends to be. It wouldn’t be the first time he looked to that man for confidence, and it would be far from the last.
“I… I miss your taste, Phoenix.” Mismatched eyes quickly widened again at the boldness coming from Miles. Before Phoenix could even attempt to respond, Miles gazed up at him and continued, “I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I don’t even know what triggered it… maybe the scent of you resting next to me. Maybe… how beautiful you’ve looked while peacefully dreaming away. Something’s just taken hold of me this morning, Phoenix.”
As Miles flashed him that heavy, yearning look once again, Phoenix was rendered flushed and speechless.
“I know it’s rather early for this, but… may I take care of you this morning? And savor your taste?”
Almost as if assuming his lover’s answer, Miles shifted so he was propping himself up over Phoenix now, with his hand tightly gripping Phoenix’s outer thigh. Meanwhile, Phoenix was still speechless. He was used to Miles’ occasional bouts of yearning, but the same could not be said for how forward he’d suddenly become. In Phoenix’s incredibly flustered state, Miles slowly shifted to concern over his lack of a response.
“Phoenix? Oh dear, I didn’t go too far, did I?”
“N-No! Not at all, sorry that was just… unexpected. But good!”
Phoenix slowly recovered himself, shaking his head in an attempt to cool the heat that burned his cheeks. After a moment of cooling down, he looked back up at Miles and continued, his eyes slowly matching Miles’ previously yearning stare.
“You’re not usually so… bold. I feel like that’s kinda my department,” Phoenix chuckled as he spoke, pausing before finishing his thought, “But… to answer your question, feel free. Devour me, Miles…”
Miles’ breath caught in his throat as Phoenix bounced back so quickly. However, it didn’t take him long to jump at the opportunity, leaning in to plant a harsh, deep kiss against Phoenix’s lips. Phoenix let out a small squeak before quickly melting against Miles’ lips. Phoenix’s hand frantically grasped at whatever clothes he could tug at while Miles simply kept himself propped up, keeping control over the kiss. However, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch Phoenix forever and shifted his weight onto his left arm, using his right to guide his hand across Phoenix’s bare chest. This morning was one of those moments where Miles praised the powers that be that Phoenix felt comfortable enough around him to sleep essentially half-naked, wearing nothing but a laughable pair of boxers with that silly heart pattern. It only made him love the man more.
Eventually, Phoenix regretfully backed away from the kiss in desperate need of air. However, this didn’t deter Miles in the slightest, as he merely saw it as an opportunity to shift his focus to Phoenix’s neck. His hand moved back to Phoenix’s outer thigh, his grip tightening as he fervently sucked at Phoenix’s neck. Breathless groans slipped from Phoenix’s lips, and he barely had any time to catch his breath before Miles’ hand started traveling further.
“You weren’t lying, something h-hhn! Something has taken h-hold of you… this morning…” Phoenix could barely stutter the words out as Miles continued to suck, his hand gradually sliding to Phoenix’s inner thigh. Miles just groaned in reply, pulling away from Phoenix’s neck with an audible smacking sound.
He didn’t speak quite yet, as he was too focused on soothing the mark he’d just left with slow, languid motions of his tongue. After littering a few more kisses, he mumbled low and rough against Phoenix’s neck, much like earlier, “Like I said previously, you’re beautiful. And I just can’t get enough…”
Now, Phoenix’s breath caught in his throat, but he wouldn’t let his resolve waver just yet. He met Miles’ eyes, gazing down at him in a way that he knew always left the man weak.
“I think… if you look in the mirror, you’d find something far more beautiful.”
Though it was cheesy, it was so Phoenix. And it only fanned the flames that urged Miles on. He let his actions speak for him as he gripped Phoenix’s thigh with purpose, leaning in to kiss him once more before sitting up. Phoenix watched curiously as Miles readjusted his positioning, propping himself up on his elbows and sliding his hands up Phoenix’s sides.
“Oh, did I encourage you?” Phoenix commented, unable to resist the urge to taunt further. Miles simply glanced up and scoffed, knowing that handsome smirk would soon be wiped off his lover’s face.
Without wasting another second, Miles buried his face deep against Phoenix’s thinly clothed heat, earning a small yelp from him.
“Miles! F-Fuck…”
His urgency melted into desperation as he chased the vague sensation of Miles’ face, fisting the sheets in his hands. Miles groaned as the musky warmth enveloped his senses, slowly allowing his tongue to poke out and lick a stripe up the fabric. Phoenix hissed in response, arching and keening for his lover.
“Take them off already, Miles. Please, I can’t take it…” So much for staying resilient.
Miles conceded, backing away with a smirk and a chuckle. “Oh? But you’re taking it so well, dear…”
Phoenix could only keen, squirming further as Miles’ praise dripped thick magma right to his core. He glanced down at Miles, his eyes pleading and his breathing shallow. Though Miles wanted to continue listening to the pleas that fell from Phoenix’s lips, his impatience took precedence as his thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of Phoenix’s boxers.
“Mmm… alright, since you begged for it so prettily,” Miles purred as he gently tugged Phoenix’s boxers off, sitting up briefly to toss them to the side.
He quickly settled back between Phoenix’s legs, a low groan escaping him as he caught a glance of Phoenix’s folds. They were shiny with slick, flushed, and plump with arousal. Miles stared like a man starved, and the first meal he’d been given in weeks was just placed before him. He dived in without a second thought, flooding his senses with pure Phoenix just the way he liked it. His hands desperately grasped at Phoenix’s thighs as if doing so would pull him deeper, shuddering as he groaned loudly and tasted him. It was everything Miles could’ve dreamed of, and for a moment, he’d completely lost control over his senses. Wet sounds were already filling the room as Miles haphazardly worked his lips and tongue against Phoenix, pulling a string of incoherent moans from him. Every one of Miles’ senses was overwhelmed. All he could think about was Phoenix. However, his consciousness floated back to him as a weakened hand started to weave its fingers through his hair, just barely pushing at his forehead.
Now, whimpers and broken cries started to fill his ears, and he glanced up while gently pulling back. He was speechless, as the scene before him could’ve been a Renaissance painting. Miles had only been down there for maybe a minute or two, but Phoenix was already flushed and gasping for air. His bedhead somehow got even messier, sticking to the sweat that beaded across his forehead. His eyes were slightly unfocused, and he whimpered after Miles pulled away, squirming as if unable to take the transition from shocks of pleasure to none so suddenly.
“Oh…”
Miles couldn’t hide his awe, and a soft sound fell past his lips that were already puffy and shining with exertion. This resulted in Phoenix meeting his gaze, rendering Miles even more breathless from the shine of his contrasting eyes, threatening the fall of tears. As if testing Miles’ belief that Phoenix couldn’t get any more beautiful than this, desperate pleas cascaded from his lips, “Miles, please don’t stop. I-I need it, I need you . It feels so good… please…”
Phoenix's voice was rough and hoarse with strain from the groaning, and it only tempted him to dive right back in. Miles had never seen him so needy, so wanton, nor had he ever felt this strongly himself. But Phoenix had a habit of surprising him.
“Anything you want, my dear. I’ll give you everything…” Miles murmured as his head started to lower again, making Phoenix all the more desperate.
“Yes… yes, please, Miles!” Phoenix babbled a string of pleas as Miles’ lips met his cock once more, and he quickly dissolved into whimpers when they wrapped around him.
Miles started more gently this time, as he wanted to build up the pleasure his lover would experience. He sucked softly, though his ministrations lost none of their tenderness or urgency. Occasionally, he’d lessen the sucking just to let his tongue do the work, pressing it flat against the underside of Phoenix’s cock in upward motions before kissing it. Miles fell into a rhythm shortly after beginning, cycling through suction, pressured licks, and kisses that would lead back to suction. With every cycle, he would steadily increase pressure and speed. It set every nerve of Phoenix’s alight, causing him to arch as he gently gripped the back of Miles’ head. Now that Miles had a bit more focus, he could hear all the beautiful sounds dripping past Phoenix’s lips, which fueled him. He wanted nothing more than to pull that siren song out of Phoenix, and to taste him beyond the edge of pure bliss.
The pressure from Miles was high now, resulting in Phoenix twitching and his legs lightly shaking. His voice was even giving out, a testament to just how easily Miles could wreck him. But even with the heightened intensity, Miles refused to give up the chance to savor his beloved. With every starting lick, he would go straight for the source of Phoenix’s dripping arousal. He would groan with every taste and tighten his grip on Phoenix’s thighs, as if experiencing his flavor for the first time. For Miles, it might as well have been, as no amount of tastes would ever diminish his love for Phoenix’s essence.
“M-Mi… ‘m so close, please…”
Miles glanced up to find the familiar clash of ocean blue and honeyed brown gazing back at him. Those beautiful eyes were practically begging as much as his hoarse voice was. Miles took the hint, turning his focus back to Phoenix’s cock once more. He felt the hand in his hair tighten as soft cries spilled past Phoenix’s lips at the sensation. Every sound urged him on, every tightening of Phoenix’s grip pressing him closer, making him suck with more fervor.
“Mmmn just like th-that, fuck!”
As Phoenix’s hips started to shift against Miles’ face, grinding lazily as if he wasn’t sure whether to chase the sensations or pull away, Miles knew he was close. He also knew to keep up exactly what he was doing, having found the perfect rhythm for Phoenix like second nature. It wasn’t long before the grinding turned into stuttering, and Phoenix’s cries rose in pitch. Miles wanted nothing more than to urge him on, coaxing him into letting go on his tongue. But unfortunately, his mouth was rather occupied at the moment, and all he could do was keep sucking.
“Miles, love , I-I’m c-aaah!” Phoenix cried out as his entire body tensed, his legs locking around Miles’ neck as he pressed firmly against his mouth.
A sound almost as desperate as Phoenix’s words rose from Miles’ throat, but was stifled by Phoenix’s folds. Pleasure wrecked Phoenix’s body, rendering him incapable of speech or thought for a solid minute or so. All he could do was grasp at the sheets, and take it as Miles devoured him. When Phoenix’s moans started quieting and his muscles relaxed, Miles finally pulled back. The taste of Phoenix’s release was fresh on his tongue and still dripping down his chin.
They both remained fuzzy-headed for a few moments, desperately catching their breath for entirely different reasons. It didn’t take long for scratchy chuckles to bubble up from Phoenix’s chest, and his hand fell up to rest lazily on his forehead.
“God, that was… fuck…”
“Mhm…” Miles murmured as he gently took a finger to catch the dripping on his chin, hesitating before taking one last taste.
He slumped on the bed beside Phoenix, eyelids heavy and pupils blown with adoration.
“Damn, you almost look more wrecked than me,” Phoenix quipped, chuckling before coughing due to the vocal strain.
“Phoenix… you have no idea what you do to me.”
Miles had his attention when he spoke with such reverence. Even if they’d been together a little while, Phoenix still wasn’t used to this side of Miles. He never expected Miles to be the affectionate type… but he loved it. Phoenix’s gaze softened, but before he could speak, Miles surprised him, yet again, with a gentle kiss.
Not long after, he pulled back just to utter, “I love you, Phoenix.”
“I love you, too, Miles. I always have…”
Phoenix pressed his forehead to Miles’, sighing with equal parts exhaustion and peace. Though morning had begun much earlier, it wasn’t likely that either of them would be getting up anytime soon. That was the benefit of a weekend spent together. Phoenix and Miles could lounge about for as long as they desired.
“Miles… did your stomach just growl?”
That is, until either of them gets hungry.
Miles averted Phoenix’s gaze and mumbled, “I’ll go make us breakfast…”