I'm strong enough

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[ 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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[ 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. ]

[vaaris]

[ 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.