Size Kink (hehehe) (if you know what I mean) (winks) (winks again, just to be sure)
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"You're drunk," he croaked. "You're talking nonsense. I'm not an omega, Mydei, I can't..."
"You're not an omega," Mydei agreed, suddenly spinning him around and pushing him towards the massive black marble kitchen island. "You're better. You're strong. Your muscles are hard as stone. You won't break. But at the same time..."
Mydei, with a single motion, sat him on the edge of the table. The cold stone burned his buttocks, making Phainon instinctively lean forward, right into his friend's arms.
"...At the same time, you have a configuration made for pleasure. My pleasure."
"Mydei, stop," panic mingled with something thick and hot in his lower abdomen. "We're friends. We're, damn it, brothers in arms! You'll regret this in the morning."
"The only thing I'll regret," Mydei wedged himself between Phainon's spread knees, pushing them wider with authority, "is not doing this six months ago, when I first caught myself wondering how you'd look on my table."
A drunken bet leads to a situation where Phainon can't walk, Mydei is a thousand dollars poorer, and the penthouse has run out of lube.
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