fourstrings | I'm on my second drink but I've had a few before

I'm on my second drink but I've had a few before

[ The bar doesn’t have a name. Not officially, anyway; what it has is a big neon sign sculpted into a peacock sweeping over the doors and doormen (he insists on doormen, “bouncers” is so crass) who admit people based on a list of requirements that changes nightly, because it’s amusing to keep people on their toes. Pagan calls it the nest, because peacock, and because despite the neon lights, the thumping music and the permanent fog of smoke in the air it’s his place and that makes it cozy. Yuma calls it “that fucking hole”, but Yuma still can’t be dissuaded from calling him Gang unless they’re literally doing a deal at the time, so he tries not to worry too much about what she says. It hardly matters what she says, anyway. She thinks he hung the moon, and it’s about the only bar she can be in without people assuming she’s a teen prostitute, so Pagan knows no matter how she teases him she likes being there.

What he likes less is the fact that currently, she’s winning. The young woman sitting in Pagan’s lap is very attentive and very pretty and currently shifting against him in a way that he suspects she thinks is subtle, but she’s not even close to as pretty as the woman who is currently stealing sips from Yuma’s glass. He wonders if she’d stop if he told her just how recently Yuma got back from vanishing with a different very pretty young woman and that he’s damn sure she didn’t pause to brush her teeth, but that would probably be cheating. So instead he smiles at Yuma, who cuts him a sly grin, points to the girl in his lap, and mouths her too.

He has to hand it to her, she certainly doesn’t lack ambition. And she did introduce him to those twins the other night, so he’ll take his loss with good grace.

The idea of throwing the bet becomes even more appealing when he looks up for one of the staff and his eyes land on... someone else. It’s a man, a few years older than Pagan, probably, Asian but definitely not Chinese. His thick, dark hair is wavy and he’s got only one of his sleeves rolled up, for some reason, and his dark eyes are scanning the bar like he’s looking for something.

Pagan decides that something is going to be him. He doesn’t even wait to ponder why he wants that when the man is, quite clearly, a man. There’s something magnetic about him, and he needs to know why.

He unwraps a hundred from a roll of bills, presses in into the hand of the girl on his lap and tells her to get herself a bottle of something before standing up and very nearly dumping her on the floor. He’s across the room in a few long strides, and he can hear Yuma noticing and laughing in the background, but fuck it. The mystery man is even more interesting close up, and Pagan crowds up into his personal space. ]

Drink?

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[ Those kisses over his throat are wonderful, the softness of Ajay's mouth only stoking the want in him, and the bite to his ear? Delightful. But then Ajay adds that, and Pagan hums, mock-unimpressed, and starts unbuttoning his own shirt since Ajay seems perfectly content to let him take the lead on just about everything, here. ]

Now why would I ever go there when I have you right here, hmm?

[ well. he's more than happy to let pagan take the lead, but that doesn't mean ajay can't pitch in and help once it's started. at least, that's the line of thinking he applies when he reaches up to press pagan's shirt off his shoulders once he's gotten the buttons undone, stroking an appreciative touch down over the other man's chest. it's even leaner than he remembers -- an edge that probably comes as a natural result of not spending all your time cooped up behind palace walls.

time to see what is familiar, then. which is why he seizes on a nipple with his fingers, giving it a playful little tweak. ]

[ Ajay tweaks his nipple, and the sizzle of pleasure it sends through him is something of a shock. He sucks air and find himself arching into the touch, which... well, if things go to plan there are going to be a lot of new experiences tonight, so he's going to have to get himself under fucking control.

Except he won't, will he? He's getting that feeling. Ajay is so strange. He'd been so disinterested at first, and then recognized the name and called himself an admirer but now? Now he's so damn casual about things, seeing right through Pagan in a way that makes all the posturing he usually does feel like the cellophane wrapper on a packet of cigarettes. Easily disregarded, even simpler to tear away.

The though of it is exciting, but it's not exactly comfortable. It spurs him into action, and his hands go to the fastenings of Ajay's jeans, fumbling at the button and yanking decisively at the zipper like that makes up for it. ]

Let's see if you were telling the truth about that knife.

[ there it is. and it's such a good reaction that ajay finds himself struggling against the urge to turn and throw pagan down to the mattress behind them, to spend hours chasing up all the responses he knows so well. but... he also remembers pagan's firm insistence about being someone batting for the other team (ha), and if there's a chance that was anything less than a big fat lie, he doesn't want to push it.

besides, pagan's hands are on the fastenings of his jeans before ajay can even plot out a next move, and the eagerness there is enough to make him breathe out another little laugh. ]

Careful. [ teasing, leaning in again to plant kisses along the line of the younger man's jaw. ] I'd hate to cut you.

I'm tougher than I look.

[ He says it wryly, not bothering to lift his head and instead looking up at Ajay through the shadow of his lashes, nudging at him with one knee to encourage him to lift his hips up so Pagan can tug his clothing down, and then...

well, then there's a dick, and Pagan's mouth goes a little dry and his cock gets a little harder and his hands become a lot less certain. He takes a breath, the tip of his tongue darting over his lips in a flicker before he sits back just little. ]

Show me. Show me what you like.

[ It's as good a start as any, right? ]

[ there is no way in fuck ajay would ever be stupid enough to say this out loud, but that?

is cute.

and the temptation to push pagan down on the mattress and use his body as the one for demonstration is stronger than ever, but. this echoes back to one of their first times together, when he laid himself back onto pagan's bed and told him to watch. it's a good memory, but also all ajay really needs to know he'll have a captive audience, so.

he settles back a little further, spreading his thighs further apart without jostling pagan off his lap. and the touch that trails down towards his dick is slow -- he skates it over his chest first, then his stomach, then one of the little divots of his hips; dragging it out the way that pagan likes to do, watching ajay with that bright-eyed interest that says he'd like very much to know what happens once ajay's patience gets eroded away entirely. and when he finally touches his dick, it's that same teasing brush of fingertips at first, skating up the thick vein along the underside of his dick, teasing over the slit at its head. but that's all he can resist before he wraps a hand around himself with a low moan, eyes falling half-shut and head tipping back as that first warm wave of pleasure slides over him. ]

Pagan. [ it's a low and husky thing, spoken before he's hardly even aware of it. because by now? his body knows exactly who it is that gives him pleasure, the only person he thinks to ask for. ]

Oh, fuck.

That's quite the show, and Pagan is transfixed by the sight of Ajay running that slow hand over his body, the way it looks like he's teasing himself. His eyes follow, his lip unthinkingly caught between his teeth, and holy shit. Listen, he knows how to make a girl come, but he's never heard his name sound like that before, low and masculine and still dripping with sex.

The fact that Ajay's eyes are half-closed makes it easier, somehow. It strips away a little of that feeling that Ajay can see everything Pagan tries to hide from the world. And that makes it easier for him to send a hand down a similar path, his thumb running along the side of Ajay's throat to coast over his chest, fingertips stopping to play at his nipple, down over the tight muscle of his stomach (and okay, maybe Pagan should start doing situps because whip-thin and sharp-edged has been working for him so far but ripped is fucking hot) until his hand gets to where Ajay's hand is moving over his cock. Ajay's hand is big and warm and scarred, but there's enough room for Pagan to trace a fingertip in tight little circles over the head, staring before he drops his head to plant a kiss at the side of Ajay's throat. ]

[ the warm slide of pagan's hand down his body is enough to make him purr, arching up into that touch in that same instinctive way he responds to all the others. there's a difference between the way that his pagan touches him -- self-assured and purposeful, as if ajay is an instrument he's already spent ages learning how to play -- but it doesn't take away from how good this feels. if anything, he's charmed all over again by it; it's a strange sort of role reversal, finding himself the one with what feels like a limitless ocean of affection and watching pagan fumbling to define them, but he doesn't mind. it makes him feel oddly protective, aching to show that there's nothing that pagan can give him that ajay wouldn't gladly take.

he hums a low sound as pagan's fingers find the head of his dick, trying to arch into that touch as much as he can with pagan's weight in his lap. the way he strokes himself is slow and almost lazy, indulging in the pleasure but not wanting to be lost to it. not yet. ]

So when do I get to show you -- [ pausing to place an open-mouthed kiss to pagan's neck, mirroring him. ] -- what I think you'd like?

[ Pagan has just worked up the courage to try and put his hand in Ajay's place when Ajay hits him with that, and god. He shivers at the kiss, and even more at the offer. Well, Ajay's already seen right through everything else about Pagan, so this promises to be quite the experience. And he'd like to say that, to let Ajay that even if he hasn't quite made it to the punchline he's starting to be in on the joke, but what comes out is - ]

Oh, fuck. Now.

[ the eagerness there makes him laugh, a breathless sound that gets lost in the way he leans up almost immediately to catch pagan's mouth in another kiss. and it's an easy thing to wrap his arms around the other man's thighs and stand up with him held there, taking a second to kick his own jeans the rest of the way off before he turns and finally spills pagan out across the mattress the way he's been longing to.

and then there's only a second that ajay steals to admire him before he crawls up over him, knees on either side of pagan's hips, leaning down for another kiss. this one is hot, greedy, wanting -- he lets every bit of his own desire pour over into it, trying to communicate through it the way pagan always seems to know how to do with him. ]

[ Pagan yelps when Ajay lifts him, totally unprepared, but he's laughing by the time his back hits the bed - and then there isn't really room to be shocked or amused or anything but turned on, because Ajay crawls up his body like a tiger and kisses him.

It's incredible. Everything he'd thought before about kissing a man being the same as kissing a woman except for the stubble? Completely out the window. This kiss is forceful, if you can apply that word when all the force seems to be not about taking but giving. If feels hungry, feels demanding in a way that Pagan can't help but open to, his arms curling around Ajay's shoulders as another of those wanting sound escapes him. It's good, it's so good, and his hips roll up where Ajay's positioned over them with absolutely no input from his brain. ]

[ god, it's good. his body responds to pagan exactly as it always has, but discovering that pagan responds to him, too? just as greedily, just as eagerly? it makes heat flood up from the pit of his belly and into every inch of him, boiling his blood and making his thoughts cloud over. it's impossible to do anything but try and get more --

so he slides his way slowly down, kissing a trail down pagan's body that mimics what he'd done to himself. along his jaw, down his throat, pausing at the plane of his chest so that he can tease both his nipples into hard little peaks with his tongue and his teeth. and then he keeps going -- a tender kiss over the place where he can feel pagan's heart beating, and then a lazy line of kisses down over his stomach. stopping there because he needs a second to undo pagan's belt and slacks, nibbling around the rim of his bellybutton and flashing a playful little grin up at him as he does it.

then he's tugging the other man's pants down over his hips, smoothing his palms over pagan's thighs and sighing out an appreciative little sound. ]

Pretty sure you've heard this before. [ with an open-mouthed kiss pressed to his belly, followed by an affectionate little nuzzle. ] But you're gorgeous.

[ This is not what he's used to. Having someone kiss a path down his body isn't totally foreign, but this feeling, the feeling that Ajay has complete and utter control over him? It's new and strange and incredible. Ajay drags teeth over his nipples and Pagan jerks as if it's a little electric shock, one hand burying in Ajay's hair and the other scrabbling at the bedsheets. Then there's a kiss so sweet, so tender that he forgets how to pull air into his lungs - and it's back to that slow path, teasing the inches of his skin into life as Ajay works his trousers away.

But then Ajay says that, and kisses his belly so tenderly and it feels like he's slicing Pagan open and planting it directly on his heart, and he laughs to cover how sweetly it aches. ]

I'm young and rich. Does wonders for the complexion.

[ But the hand he has in Ajay's hair slips down to cradle the side of his face, his thumb stroking softly there. It hurts, don't stop.]

[ it's a deflection, and that's why ajay doesn't bother responding to it with anything more than a little mm. there's a part of him that would like very much to tell pagan exactly what he means -- that he's not just beautiful because of this, the way he looks spread out beneath him, but because of all the lovely places on the inside he's peeled back to let ajay see. this pagan is missing most of the scars that ajay knows so well, the deep pits of grief that have only just been stitched back together, and something in ajay aches to think that he can't protect him.

what would he do? warn him away from kyrat? even if he thinks there was a part of pagan that would be inclined to listen, the thought of never being able to have him is something that aches too much to stand. ]

Humble, too. [ a deflection of his own, voice tight with an emotion that he works purposefully to muddle. thinking about that isn't important, and luckily, ajay has always been great at compartmentalizing. instead, he turns his attention back to pagan's skin, nuzzling into one of the hollows of his hips before he finally reaches up one hand to wrap his fingers around the younger man's cock. strokes him slow, grazes the pressure of his teeth over one of the jutting bones of pagan's hips. ]

[ Ajay's teeth graze over his hip as his fingers wrap around his cock, and Pagan's head falls back against the bed with a hitching sigh. It's good, so good. His hand is big and warm, and even like this Pagan can feel calluses on it - from all those weapons? It's more obviously a man's hand than Pagan's own, and right now that doesn't matter at -

no. A lie. Right now, that's exactly what Pagan wants. ]

Why would I be humble? For all my flaws, I managed to lure you up here. That's - haa - something to be proud of.

[ that... actually sounds so much like something pagan would say that it goes straight to ajay's heart, triggers another fierce stab of affection. one that he expresses with another slow kiss to pagan's stomach, fingers sliding up the length of the other man's dick and thumb going to tease the head --

which is when he feels it. a little nub of metal, almost startling to touch when all he's expecting is hot skin. ajay pulls his head up for a moment, squints at the piercing on the younger man's cock, and... it doesn't take too long for the pieces to slot into place. ]

Oh. [ amused all over again. ] You must be Prince Albert.

[ Pagan feels it when Ajay finds it. It's subtler than a full ring - about the only subtle thing he has - a half ring inside so all that shows is a ball of silver under the head and another one peeking out at the bottom of the slit - but it's still taken Ajay longer to discover it than it takes most people, and Pagan props himself up on his elbows to look down at Ajay and grin. ]

You've heard of him? You can touch it. If you're... curious. It feels good when you do.

[ Which is Pagan for please touch it, really. ]

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Someone might've mentioned him.

[ and now that he has an invitation? it's impossible to resist. he shifts himself so that he's a little more comfortable lying on his belly, giving pagan's dick another slow stroke before he gives into the urge to touch. it's a gentle thing, tracing the shape of that little silver stud with one fingertip and then slipping lower to repeat the motion with the other one. it's cooler than the fever-hot skin of pagan's dick, smooth and solid... and he can't resist giving it a gentle little tug. ]

[ Even that slow tracing of the exposed parts sends a flood of heat through Pagan's body, but when Ajay tugs at the ball Pagan sucks air through his teeth, his hips bucking upward. It feels good, and the delicate, curious way Ajay plays with it leaves so much room for Pagan's imagination to run wild. How Ajay might toy with it in his mouth, whether it would bring him pleasure inside him. Whether Ajay would play with it while he was buried in Pagan, taking him apart - ]

Fuck, Ajay. Oh, that's good.

[ that sharp reaction of pleasure sends a little thrill through ajay; it turns out that no matter which version of pagan ajay is faced with, he's hopelessly eager to please. and that's the reason he can't resist leaning forward to take the head of the younger man's dick in his mouth, curling his tongue against that little nub of silver with a pleased hum. flicking his eyes up to pagan, of course, because his reaction is all that matters. ]

Oh.

[ And he shifts his weight so he's on one elbow, directing a hand back to Ajay's hair, because it's so damn good and Ajay looks somehow both very pleased with himself and keen for praise. Praise that Pagan is only all to happy to give; he burrows his fingers deep until he feels the heat of Ajay's scalp, gives in to the temptation to rock his hips up just a little. ]

Ajay. Fuck, that's good. Christ. Can I keep you?

[ if he had his mouth free? he'd probably say eventually, because the inside joke here really is too good.

but it's got nothing on how good this is -- the way pagan reaches out and buries his fingers in ajay's hair, the way he's just as quick to heap praise as his older counterpart, the way his hips rock up into ajay's mouth. so he only hums a low sound in response as he applies himself more diligently to the task at hand. he reaches up and curls his fingers around the part of pagan's cock that he doesn't have in his mouth yet, stroking in the same slow rhythm with which he moves his hand. ]

[ It's pretty clear from that little display that Ajay responds well to praise. He only goes at it more studiously, and the things that Pagan might normally say to encourage something - pretty little thing, so sweet etc - don't quite fit, so he's left having to improvise. ]

Oh, fuck - that's good, you're so good. I want -

[ and listen, usually the last thing he'd ever want to do is interrupt a blowjob, especially one as good at this, but it just pops out and even as he's saying it he recognizes how sincere it is. ]

I want to touch you, I want you to feel as good as you're doing for me.

[ that makes him shudder , the praise spilling down his spine like warmed oil. it isn't particularly creative or poetic, but that makes it better -- it's just pagan telling him sincerely that what he's doing is fantastic, and ajay thrills to hear it. he groans a low sound around the head of pagan's cock, sweeping his tongue over the other man's slit just to taste the salt already building there.

but.

he turns that request over in his head, weighing it against the desire to make sure pagan doesn't feel pushed into anything he's not comfortable doing (ha). so he takes a moment to think about it before he finally pulls up a little, letting the head of pagan's cock drag against the inside of one of his cheeks before it pops free of his mouth altogether. ]

Tell me exactly what you want. I need to hear it.

[ Ajay does something with his mouth that just feels amazing, warm and wet and velvety, and any thoughts that Pagan might have had in his head scatter like autumn leaves to the wind. And then he cruelly, but necessarily, Pagan supposes, lets Pagan's dick pop free and even just the cool of the air around them feels distinct as a touch after the heat of Ajay's mouth, and Pagan can't help but answer honestly. ]

I don't know. I just - fuck, come here. I'll figure it out, just come here and let me kiss you.

[ He wants it, very badly. The heat of Ajay's mouth on his, the weight of the taller man's body over his own. The sound of Ajay gasping in pleasure, and the satisfaction of knowing he brought it. The rest he can make up as he goes along. ]

I'm on my second drink but I've had a few before

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