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Anaxa stays staring at his cell, a couple special Kremnoan wines deep thinking about the crown prince. He picks up his phone, his slim fingers sliding along the design of the case, the slight bumps and ridges giving a slight 3D effect. As he looks at the screen of his phone he punches in his password and opens his messages, not expecting any notifications but to his surprise there is a message from the one man on his mind.
Mydeimos… His thoughts are racing as he opens the text, seeing what the prince wants from the scholar
Mydei: Hello Anaxagoras. Do you happen to want some pumpkin cookies? I made too many and don’t believe I can finish them all myself.
Mydei: I also have a casserole I made in case you haven’t eaten dinner yet.
Anaxa thinks about the offers from the blonde before typing a response back, still a little woozy from the wines
Anaxa: Alright. You may bring them over.
Anaxa sends the message and lounges back, the tank top the man with mint hair was wearing rubbing against his skin uncomfortably, leading to Anaxa getting up to change, coming out in a silky dark teal robe, black accents alone the seams and sleeves. He sits down on his couch, letting the robe pool around his waist as it falls off his shoulders.
About 15 minutes later he hears a soft but sound thud on his door, signaling mydei was there. He puts down his wine glass and stands up on wobbly legs, slowly walking to the door and opening it for mydei. “Hello-“ Mydei speaks before cutting himself off, seeing the half clothed and tipsy anaxa greeting him at the door with a half scowl half smirk on his face.
“What happened to you…” mydei mumbles more to himself. As he puts the cookies on the table and moves to bring the casserole to the counter he feels long and skinny arms wrap around his waist along with a head being buried into his neck.
“Anaxagoras? What are you doing-“ Mydei tries to speak but fails when he feels lips against his nape, slightly nipping at the side of his neck even from the strange position Mydeis height has Anaxa standing at.
“Anaxa…W-what are you doing?” As anaxa keeps biting and nipping at his neck mydei tries to contain his groans, not wanting to give in knowing anaxas current state.
“Naxa…Not right now. You’re drunk-“
The taller man gets cut off as he feels two small but firm hands go to rest on his ass, squishing the little flesh the other man can feel under his baggy pants.
“Mm…You spell like pomegranates…”
The drunk man softly speaks, sniffing his neck while he continues to grope and touch at the prince. As he keeps touching he gets sloppier with his movements, his exhaustion catching up to him as he feels the warmth of the muscular man infront of him.
As mydei feels anaxa getting more tired with each movement he goes to turn around, grabbing anaxa and pulling him into his chest, moving to pick his up by his thighs, grabbing them and lifting the mint haired man, positioning his legs to be around his waist as he moves through the house, avoiding surfaces he could accidentally bump into.
As he walks he feels anaxa start to fall asleep, resting his head on his chest with his arms around his neck. Anaxas slow breathing fills the silence comfortably as they walk through the hall, mydei looking for anaxas room. Finally he reaches the room at the end of the hallway and moves Anaxa to hold him with on arm under his butt, moving him to the side of his body as he opens the door and walks in. He moves to put the cat-like man on the bed, planning to tuck him in and just head off, heading back to his flat that he shares with phainon.
As he covers the smaller man with the blankets and turns to leave he feels a slender hand reach for his wrist, not letting him leave just yet.
“Mydei…”
Anaxa mumbles, trying to pull the bigger man back down onto the fluffy bed, his dromas plushies lining the side of it where it seems he lays alone, holding onto them.
Mydei turns around to look at the older man gripping his wrist lightly, seeing the look of longing in his eyes and quickly deciding to stay with the mint haired man. Laying in the bed next to him and holding him, his hands on the small of his back and Anaxagoras has his face on his chest, nuzzling into the pecs infront of him as he drifts off.
“Goodnight.” Mydei says, kissing the top of his head as he also drifts off to sleep, holding the smaller man giving him warmth.