fourstrings | I'm strong enough

[ The Pagan Min of ayear ago would havee been disgusted by how much dithering he’s done over so small a thing.

And it is small. A simple strip of leather in dark, rich brown, just slightly too large to sit like a choker – it should rest lightly at the base of Ajay’s neck, just across the hollow of his throat. The most ostentatious thing about it is the fastening, really, and that’s merely two solid squares of old gold that lock together.

The important part – and the cause of all the dithering – is of course that once connected, they will only unlock via a key. A key, Pagan hopes, that Ajay will be happy to leave in Pagan’s possession.

A significant portion of Pagan’s worry could have been put to rest if he’d simply asked Ajay about it, of course, but there’s part of Pagan that thinks Ajay will like it better as a surprise. Something presented with every expectation that Ajay will wear it willingly and gratefully. It’s the same part that has noticed the way Ajay preens when praised to the point that he’ll bait Pagan into telling him to do something solely to be called a good boy when he does it, the way he lights up when Pagan calls him mine. And Pagan loves it too, of course – the idea that Ajay is his. His to protect, his to cherish, his to adore. Were it merely a gift that Pagan thought Ajay would like, it wouldn’t be nearly so nervewracking – Ajay could decline it or say “uh, thanks” and pop it in the bottom of a drawer as he’s done with ten-thousand-dollar watches and Pagan would take it in stride. But this – oh, there’s something in him that burns at the thought of Ajay wearing this gift, nestled close to his skin, warmed by his pulse, marking him as Pagan’s. Willingly, lovingly Pagan’s, not necessarily obvious, but on display for anyone to see.

Time to summon his courage, then. He threads the small key (also gold, obviously) onto a gold chain and fastens it around his own neck, and lays the... gift into a velvet-lined box, and saunters into the bedroom, where if he’s timed it right Ajay should just about be finished dressing after his post-hunt shower. And yes, there he is. Pagan’s beautiful boy, the joy of his life, flush-cheeked from hot water with his hair still damp. Breathtaking. ]

Ajay, my boy! Welcome back.

I’ve brought you something.

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[ the sound of it gets a low whine out of him, his hips rocking down against the finger pagan has curled inside him. it's more than a little embarrassing to be this blatant about how much he likes it, but... he was also on his knees and begging pagan to fuck his throat within minutes of pagan putting a collar on him, so who's he really kidding? ]

You're having -- aaah -- too much fun with this.

[ and ajay's trying to sound like he's complaining about it. really, he is. ]

Too much? Oh, no. No, my dear boy, if you're still capable of that kind of sass -

[ and he strokes again, right where he knows it counts, dipping his head to bury a kiss in the furrow near Ajay's hip - ]

we've not had nearly enough. I'm going to take such good care of you.

[ Starting with another finger. He'd worried Ajay's little not until you're inside me had been overestimating him, or at least his recovery time. now it's clear he underestimated himself; or more accurately Ajay, and his ability to make Pagan react as if he were a teen again. So gorgeous, so inviting. It seems overkill when Ajay is already wearing his collar, but Pagan can't resist sucking a little mark to the surface of his skin. ]

[ pagan strokes over that spot inside him, and the sharp surge of pleasure is enough to make ajay jolt underneath him. it's a tease, especially when one finger isn't nearly enough --

but then, almost like pagan can read his mind, he slides another one inside him. he bites his lip in a hopeless effort to stifle way he moans, hips grinding down against pagan's hand. and maybe it shouldn't be so hot when he's already wearing pagan's collar, but the sight of pagan sucking a mark to the surface of his skin is still enough to get a little hiss of pleasure out of him. ]

Pagan.

Yes, my dear?

[ Oh, it's been a long, long time since Pagan Min has tried to look innocent. Not since he was a boy in short pants, chubby-cheeked and trying to charm sweets from the adults around him. He gives it a bloody good shot now, though, blinking up sweetly at Ajay as he twists his fingers and recklessly adds a third -

and fortunately for everyone involved that little charade is cut short as Pagan shifts his gaze back down and sweeps one swift, firm lick over where Ajay is stretched tight around his fingers. ]

[ the feeling of pagan licking a hot stripe over where he's got ajay stretched so taut is enough to send a little electric jolt through him. he hisses, caught between trying to arch but also trying to rock his hips down onto pagan's fingers. it's good, but it's not enough, doesn't give him nearly what the tight knot at the pit of his belly is demanding, and -- ]

I need you. [ reaching down to tangle his fingers in pagan's short hair, giving him a little tug to punctuate. ] I need you. Inside me, now.

[ grinding his hips down against the older man's fingers, mostly just for the show. ] Show me why I'm yours.

[ Oh, it's a loss to slip his fingers free of Ajay's body, so warm and tight and tempting. Sadly for Pagan, he's simply not tall enough to leave them where they are as he moves back up Ajay's body to kiss him, lingering but greedy. That's a treat all of its own, however; little did Pagan know back when Ajay kissed him for the first time that every subsequent kiss would be just and shockingly wonderful, even when they're expected.

Still. His love has made a demand, and who is Pagan to deny him. He did promise to take good care of Ajay, after all, so he moves his mouth close to Ajay's ear as he slicks himself with the lube, lets his lips brush there as he murmurs. ]

All mine. My beautiful, terrible boy.

[ And then he guides himself in. Intoxicating, as always - the heat of Ajay's body is dizzying, the feel of him snug around Pagan's cock like a dream, and he drops his mouth to the side of Ajay's neck to kiss him there as he presses home, warm skin stifling his groan of pleasure. ]

[ fuck.

ajay's not even entirely sure if he breathed the word out loud -- there's nothing he can focus on that isn't those words in his ear and the hot slide of pagan into him. how many times has he played this fantasy out in his own head? pagan owning him, possessing him, knowing that ajay wants it, knowing just how much it gets him off. and here? with it real?

it's so much better than he ever could have believed. ]

Only yours. Just yours. [ turning to nudge up against pagan's temple, his entire body singing with the electric hum of overstimulation. ] That's what I want. Forever.

I'm strong enough

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