#thinking about part 3 where reader sticks his entire dick in Anaxa's chest...? 👀

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Cosmic Experimentation pt. 2

Author's Note: Ah shit, here we go again. Fingering Anaxa's chest hole, as promised~ Once again inspired by @angelesca 🩷 (thank you for your kind words btw!! You're too sweet 🥹🫶) — I can't believe we have to wait an entire month for his banner…so homophobic 😔

Pairings: Anaxagoras x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, sub!Anaxa, fingering unusual holes, dacryphilia, feisty Anaxagoras

“I was half-kidding!” you yell-laugh, crossing your arms in front of you to block your partner's relentless attacks.

You were kind enough to carry him over to the bed, seeing how his legs refused to keep him upright after your previous amusement, and what does he do in return? Anaxagoras yanks a pillow from underneath his head and starts weakly beating you with it!

“Calm down! I said I was only kidding!” you quickly grab the middle of the pillow, stopping the onslaught of fluffy blows in an instant. Still huffing in annoyance, Anaxa begrudgingly lets go, allowing you to disarm him. “You were so sweet and adorable earlier, love. Where did all of this come from?” you ask, leaning over your beloved boyfriend and fixing his hair that had become tousled during his fit.

He doesn't answer at first, mostly glaring at you like a bratty girlfriend while you simply hold his gaze in amusement. It takes about a minute of this stare down until he relents. “Sometimes, I think you enjoy provoking me.” he says plainly. His reddened cheeks reveal the emotions fueling this silly temper, however.

It's all too cute, how much Anaxagoras allows you to get away with. Not only does the demised scholar allow you to invade his personal space more than anyone else, he puts up with — or perhaps it's more accurate to say that he enjoys — your teasing and the way you play with his emotions just to see him flush and stutter his way through an excuse.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. Anaxa's sour expression melts away as he loses himself in the kiss, returning the affection with interest. A hand on his waist causes him to arch his back a little, which gets him lost in pleasure all over again. The kiss becomes hungrier, deeper, and Anaxa parts his lips, practically begging you to come inside and claim what's yours.

Hands begin to wander; yours and his. While Anaxa's hands find a comfy place behind your neck, tugging at the back of your hair, your own hands explore the expanse of his body. Trailing along his sides, tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder that's normally hidden underneath his jacket, then settling one hand on his chest. As if it has a gravitational pull of its own, your fingers travel inwards, grazing the outer edge of the cosmic design in the center of Anaxagoras' chest. Your fingertips ghost over the middle of it…

And the effect is immediate.

Anaxa arches off of the bed, whimpering and wrapping his legs around your waist without even realizing it, and moaning against your mouth while his eye squeezes shut. You pull away, looking down at your partner with wide eyes. ‘Was it because I touched it…?’ you think to yourself, smiling as a far dirtier thought creeps into the forefront of your head.

“Would it…would it hurt if I stuck my fingers in here?” you nearly whisper. You're straining your ears to pick up any kind of response from him, since he decided to cover his mouth with the back of his hand out of embarrassment. The noises that threaten to escape at any second have him acting extra shy, it seems.

Anaxagoras collects his thoughts, then gives you an answer. “I don't know… It's not like anyone has ever tried to *ahem*… touch me like you did earlier.” He shifts slightly, clearly flustered, but you can detect the hint of scholarly curiosity in his voice. You exchange looks, and you ask for permission to experiment with this area too. Offering a promise to be even more gentle, if that's what he wants.

He says nothing, only grasping your wrist again and bringing your touch back to his chest whilst maintaining an expectant look. The sensations are much the same: cold, damp, and gooey once you actually penetrate the space.

You use your pointer finger at first, easing Anaxa into the situation once again. His whines fill the room, and he squirms around without thinking. “Easy now — does this feel good too?” your gentle tone makes Anaxa feel comfortably lightheaded — like he's floating through warm water in the sunlight. He can only muster a weak nod of his head, but it's good enough for you.

The cosmic space ripples like liquid with your every move, though you're unsure if you can say that it's truly "liquid". Even as it moves, it still seems solid. The knowledge-seeking part of your brain poses all sorts of questions and hypotheses: How does this space even work? Is it an actual opening to the inside of his body; does it feel like I'm sticking my fingers into his chest, or a more pleasurable hole? Am I going to accidentally poke his heart or lungs? Does it work more like a pocket dimension where my fingers aren't technically inside of him? Was it safe for him to lick that blue goo off of my fingers? Is it some kind of blue cum? Does his chest hole have a prostate or something? Can I safely put my dick in his eye hole? Can I safely put it in his chest? That would be weird, right? How many people can say that they get to fuck their partner's chest pussy?

“AaaAaAAhHHhhHnN–” Your deep introspection is interrupted by Anaxagoras moaning loudly and suddenly. At first, you're worried that you somehow hurt him, but that thought is quickly discarded when he starts clawing at the sheets and grinding his hips against yours. “hAAaaH– Yes! Do that again…please!”

While lost in your thoughts, you inadvertently find the spot that you'd been searching for. The part of him that you can lightly press on and immediately send your partner straight to heaven.

The fresh tears streaming down your boyfriend's cheek only serve to make him more beautiful in this moment. You almost find yourself lost staring at his face as his expression twists wildly, punctuated by more moans and cries of your name. His cries become even more frantic when you stop moving your finger, too lost in your daze to realize that you're barely fingering him at all.

It takes a few shouts of your name to finally snap you out of it, and your partner is none too pleased that you stopped touching him the way he needs. “Did I say stop?!” Anaxagoras bites, furrowing his brow as he looks up at you through wet lashes.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That pretty face of yours must have put me in a trance.” Your teasing is unappreciated, only earning you a harsh glare and a huff from Anaxa. Both of which cease when you get back to gliding your finger in and out of his chest hole. Deciding to test the waters a little more, you add a second finger, just as you did with the matching mark under his eye patch.

That added digit has the exact effect you wanted it to have, causing your partner to squeal and throw his head back. Then, you curl your fingers, and the motion instantly causes Anaxa's eye to roll into the back of his head. It has an obvious effect between his legs as well, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against yours with every slight movement of Anaxa's hips.

Just the same as before, this hole begins to overflow with that blue liquid. It squelches loudly, following every thrust of your fingers with a distinct schlik schlik schlik noise. You're knuckle-deep inside this space, scissoring your digits as if you're trying to prepare Anaxagoras for something bigger… (would that even fit?!)

You try to hit that special spot repeatedly, sending your boyfriend into a hysterical frenzy of tossing his head back and forth and whimpering like a virgin. “Are you gonna cum again, love? Do you like when I touch you like this?” you prod, using the hand that previously held onto his hip to squeeze Anaxa's ass.

As you pick up the pace, his voice becomes your favorite song — a symphony of high-pitched moans, beautifully articulated and precious, interlaced with his cries of “faster!”. And at the peak of it all, you exclaim; “Cum for me, love! There ya go, good boy~”

With one final cry of ecstasy, Anaxa creams his pants for the second time today, letting himself moan without restraint as ropes of cum stain the inside of his underwear. His chest cavity takes every quick thrust as you finger it through his orgasm, oozing even more of that blue liquid.

You remove your fingers and observe the gooey substance again, the way it drips down slowly, making its way down to the base of your fingers, and stretches without breaking when you spread them apart. You press your fingers against Anaxa's parted lips and he sucks on them without making a fuss. Even as he lay breathless and on the verge of dozing off, your partner is kind enough to once again clean your fingers.

“Feeling ok?” you ask sweetly. Anaxagoras tiredly nods his head, humming as his tongue laps at his own blue fluid attached to your skin. You lean down to press a kiss against his temple, hugging him as you press your bodies together, then exhale a shaky breath of exhaustion. You'll prepare to clean yourselves up in a bit. But for now, you want to enjoy the afterglow of your little adventure in peace.