[ as far as he can remember, ajay's never been loud in bed. then again, he's never been fucked quite like this by anyone else -- like pagan knows just what to give him, just what he needs, and is determined to see him come to pieces underneath him. there isn't room in his head for worrying about what anyone might think if they overhear, for any self-consciousness about the sounds pagan drags out of him; there's only this pleasure, sharp and gold and all-consuming.
and when pagan drags his hips up higher, angles him so that every thrust drives home against that spot that makes ajay feel like a starburst fracturing from the inside out, the sound that is torn out of him is nearly a howl. ]
Pagan. [ it's nearly a sob. ] Yours, I'm yours, I wanna be --
[ then he's arching up like a drawn bow as pagan snaps his hips hard into him again, the rest of the thought melting away into a senseless mess of yes yes yes and please and pagan. ]
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and when pagan drags his hips up higher, angles him so that every thrust drives home against that spot that makes ajay feel like a starburst fracturing from the inside out, the sound that is torn out of him is nearly a howl. ]
Pagan. [ it's nearly a sob. ] Yours, I'm yours, I wanna be --
[ then he's arching up like a drawn bow as pagan snaps his hips hard into him again, the rest of the thought melting away into a senseless mess of yes yes yes and please and pagan. ]