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I get a little bit Genghis Khan

[ There have been continents and decades passed between when Ajay and Pagan knew each other. Happily, Ajay’s time in Kyrat to date has made Pagan very aware of at least one thing they still share; a flair for the dramatic. Such a flair is probably at least partly to blame for why it’s been night on impossible for Pagan to get a message to Ajay about meeting without Ajay dramatically disposing of the messenger. There’s the radio, of course, but Pagan doesn’t quite trust that nobody is listening in, and it wouldn’t do to have any of those delightful little monkeys decide to try and off Ajay for fraternizing with the enemy. So he lays the groundwork, plants the idea – ends one of his rambling calls with I’ll have to have you to dinner, sometime, and leaves it at that.

Then it’s terribly easy to have Ajay scooped up after those awful little tourists send him out on a jaunt on one of their experimental substances – god, a look at the two of them and it’s easy to remember why, accent aside, he is far more likely to present himself as of Hong Kong than of England – and brought back to the palace. Of course, he’s high as a bloody kite, and Pagan is rather proud of the delicacies he’s acquired for their little soiree a deux, so he has Ajay sequestered in a private room to recover. There is a fully stocked ensuite attached, which Pagan prays Ajay will use, and his clothes are filthy so Pagan has them ferreted away to be washed (and in some cases, mended) and a selection more suited to dinner with a King left for Ajay to choose from – a classic black tuxedo, a rather dashing and elaborately embroidered kurta set, several beautiful suits in an array of colours, even a selection of wonderful blazers and (please no) designer jeans, should that prove more within Ajay’s comfort zone. And, most importantly, a gilt invitation to dinner on thick, creamy-coloured card waiting for him on the bedside table when he wakes.

It might be sensible to have Ajay’s weapons removed, too. For maintenance, he could say. It would be a terrible, tragic loss if Ajay Ghale, son of Mohan and great hope of the Golden Path, were to suffer a sticky trigger while facing down a tiger, after all. But Pagan Min is not a sensible man, and so he chooses to give preference to the semi he gets thinking about an immaculately dressed Ajay vaulting the table to hold a pistol to Pagan’s temple rather than common sense.

After all, for Pagan Min to host a dull dinner would be unthinkable. ]

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[ Oh, yes.

Of every thing tonight, everything that's happened, nothing sets him aflame quite like hearing Ajay say his name that way. Needy and stumbling but so, so clear in what he wants. And Pagan is quite powerless to deny him.

Ajay has already tipped his head back but Pagan still tugs at his hair a little, just because it's clear he likes it. Hand still moving, still stroking as greedily over Ajay's dick as if Pagan were touching himself, and he presses his mouth to Ajay's throat. Bites, hard - not hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to make it intense when he proceeds to suck a bruise there. ]

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[ pagan tugs at his hair again, just enough for ajay to feel the sting of it in his scalp, and it makes him suck in a sharp inhale. but then the man's mouth finds his neck, and the way he bites --

it drags a sound out of ajay that might be halfway to a shout if he didn't try so hard to stifle it, biting down on the inside of his cheek until he tastes iron. and fuck, he's never been a quick shot, but he also can never remember anyone doing this to him with a handjob; his hips jerk up helplessly into pagan's hand, and then he's coming so hard it makes little spots of color dance in his vision.

and, well. he really should have put that glass down, because he squeezes around it and proceeds to crack it -- and now there's blood and scotch on pagan's expensive couch, fuck. ]

[ Fuck. The sound Ajay makes, the feel of him thrusting up into Pagan's grip - even the feeling of him coming, the pulse of it in his hand, the hot spatter of it that Pagan would have thought he'd find disgusting but instead lights him up - it's wonderful. He kisses over where the mark is blooming against Ajay's throat before he sits back, jerking his belt open, desperate to get a hand on himself and relieve some of this pressure -

and then he sees Ajay's bleeding hand and is halfway through reaching for it before he remembers Ajay's come is on his hand and changes which one he's reaching with. ]

Oh, dear. Look at that. Let's get you patched up.

[ it takes ajay’s brain at least a solid minute to reboot after that.

and it’s actually the sound of pagan rushing to undo his own trousers that does it for him — he’s never been a selfish lover, and that’s a pointed reminder that he’s been doing little more during this whole encounter than sitting here and letting pagan do all the work. but then pagan says that, and reaches for ajay’s hand at the same time ajay is starting to reach for pagan’s dick, and —

oh. ]

Sorry. [ which comes out more than a little muzzy. there’s a shard of glass in his palm, and the most reasonable course of action is to just reach right over and rip it out.

there. problem solved.

then his attention is back on pagan, craning up to kiss him and reaching down between his legs with his uninjured hand. ]

Fuck it. [ eyes still dark and glazed with want, the pain barely even a distant register. ] Can I blow you?

[ Listen, there's being selfish and then there's letting someone with an open wound delay giving it any attention in order to suck your dick. And Pagan Min is too vain to allow himself to be the selfish lover people might assume he'd be - he likes to make an impression, after all - so the answer the that is obviously no.

Or not right now. Right?

Except. There is Ajay, beautifully dishevelled in a rumple of expensive clothing and a flush high in his cheeks, want in his gorgeous eyes and the mark of Pagan's mouth at his throat, and Pagan opens his mouth to say absolutely not and what comes out is a groan of want.]

Oh, yes. Yes, please.

[ it's hardly the first time in ajay's life that someone has ever wanted him, but it's the first time the knowledge of that want has had this much of an effect on him. even just that response, eager as it is, drags a groan up out of him --

and then he flips their positions all at once so that pagan is the one pressed back against the couch, pausing long enough to press another hungry kiss to his mouth before he starts to slide downwards. it'd be nice to get him out of the blazer and the shirt, but ajay's too impatient -- he settles himself down on his knees instead, reaching up one-handed to finish the job of getting his slacks open. he makes a gratified little sound as the other man's dick springs free, hard and all but demanding attention, and flicks his eyes upwards to meet pagan's as he leans forward to deliberately lick that little bead of precome away from his slit. ]

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[ God, Ajay is intoxicating. The eagerness is him is gratifying - the way he flips their positions, the haste with which he unfastens Pagan's trousers, doing it one-handed when it would have been perfectly reasonable to have Pagan do it himself - and then he looks up at Pagan with those beautiful eyes and licks the head of his cock in a way that Pagan's sure he feels through his whole body, and he's lost. Lost. Such a small thing, in the scale of it, and it's all it takes for Pagan to know he'll do anything for this boy, forever. ]

Oh. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

[ It's breathed, reverent, and he reaches down to thread a hand in Ajay's hair - tender this time, caressing. ]

[ fuck.

so he might be really into the sound of this guy praising him?

the sound of it is like someone sliding a fingertip down his spine; it makes him shiver, lashes fluttering, and he makes a low sound in response at the feeling of pagan threading his fingers into his hair. not pulling, not demanding that he do anything, but ajay still wants to trip over himself in a rush to give him whatever he wants.

dangerous. but it's okay if it's only something he indulges once, right? only tonight?

he closes his mouth around the head of the older man's cock, dragging his tongue more firmly along the slit at its crown, and makes a low sound at the taste of him. equally gratifying is the way he can feel pagan's dick throb in response to the treatment, the twitch in the muscles of his thighs as the sensation hits. ]

[ Wonderful. It's fairly clear that Ajay is enjoying being complimented on his work, that gorgeous little shiver giving him away. And Pagan hoards the knowledge like a dragon with his treasure; anything he can do to bring Ajay pleasure, anything that will make him feel good is more precious than gold. And he feels himself pulse against Ajay's tongue, the combination of how long it's been and how unlike anyone else Ajay is conspiring to prevent him from keeping any measure of cool, so it's probably unnecessary to ladle on further praise -

but he will, anyway. ]

Ah. Good, that feels so good.And you are just - just lovely to see. My beautiful boy.

[ oh fuck. so there's no way pagan hasn't noticed what he does to ajay. that's cool. that's great. fuck de pleur, pagan can just tell him to go introduce sabal to the business end of an rpg, and then tell him what a good boy he is afterwards --

and no, no, fuck, that is not going to be the thought that gets him hard enough.

so he turns his attention back to the blowjob like a man with a renewed mission, dipping his head to take pagan further into his mouth and humming around his length. then, just for show, he pulls back, wraps his fingers around pagan's cock at the base, and lets the head drag alongside the inside of his cheek slowly. making eye contact all the while, because he is the kind of guy who likes the see the fruits of his efforts. ]

[ The fact that Ajay hums around him is already enough to just about make Pagan go cross-eyed, but that little performance - oh, it's wonderful. The inside of Ajay's cheek is hot, slick heaven against Pagan's dick, and the sound he makes is almost a whimper. It's too much for him to string together more coherent praise, and instead he croons adoring nonsense - so good and more and my boy, brings his other hand to Ajay's head as well, so he can stroke at him - a tender sweep over the rise of his cheekbone, and inquisitive thumb pressed against Ajay's cheek, the fact that he can feel his cock in Ajay's mouth both from the inside and out making him moan and rock so slightly, so carefully upward, to feel it again. ]

[ it's good.

pagan purrs praise to him, and ajay soaks it in greedily; closes his eyes for a long moment as my boy sends a shudder rolling down his spine. but he takes the way pagan's hips rock upwards as a sort of silent directive -- shifting so that he's able to take more of the older man into his mouth, setting a steadier rhythm of bobbing and sucking. it's been awhile since he's done this, but fortunately sucking dick seems to be one of those things you pick right back up.

... that, or pagan is just enthusiastically into whatever ajay does, and that thought makes him a little dizzy. ]

Fuck.

[ It's breathless, but the feeling of Ajay's mouth on him is almost shockingly good. And the sight of him - Pagan had felt like a bit of a pervert when he'd first realized he was attracted to Ajay, but as much as he'd made peace with the idea - ]

I could never have imagined - [ it's thick, ragged with pleasure, and his hand starts moving in Ajay's hair again, alternating tender stroking with tight little tugs ] - even when I first realized I wanted you, I could never have imagined how good you'd look doing this. How good you'd feel. Forgive me, my boy, I don't - oh - I don't think I'll last.

[ he's hard again already, and what pagan's fingers are doing in his hair only serves to go straight down between his legs. and honestly, if pagan doesn't last that much longer? ajay ghale is taking it as a compliment.

if anything, he only doubles his efforts, speeding the pace of his rhythm and humming a low noise of encouragement around the other man's length. he should probably be having more of a moral crisis about sucking off a dictactor? but if kyrat's taught him one thing, it's to compartmentalize, and that seems like a problem for tomorrow's ajay. ]

[ The faster pace is incredible, but what gets him - what tips him over the edge - is the sound Ajay makes. It feels wonderful, of course - that little hum - but it sounds like encouragement, like Ajay wants Pagan to come as much as Pagan does, like he needs it, at the thought tears through him severs any remaining thread of control. He can feel it coiling up inside him, the pressure that had been building steadily coming to that point of exquisite tension before the dam bursts. ]

Ajay, Ajay - oh, fuck -

[ It takes him like a wave knocking an unwary swimmer under. For a moment all he knows is the churning pleasure of it, his pulse thudding in his ears, the force of his orgasm thundering through him. The hand in Ajay's hair tightens rudely and involuntarily, pulling as he cries out in pleasure. ]

[ if it were any other situation, anyone else, ajay might object to the way pagan's hand tightens in his hair and keeps him from pulling off. but instead, something about it sends a pulse of heat through him, and his answer to it is a muffled moan around pagan's dick.

in truth, it helps that he never had any intentions of pulling back from the jump; he swallows greedily around the older man as if it's a treat, his eyes closing for a long few moments as he concentrates on the task at hand. and when he finally pulls away, he exhales in a pant, sinking back until he's sitting on the floor and reaching up to drag a hand across his mouth.

it's only now that he realizes the whole thing looks a little like a murder scene -- he's managed to smear blood on the couch, on pagan's slacks, and now? a streak of warpaint across his own face.

well, fuck it. worth it. ]

... so this isn't exactly how I was expecting this whole thing to go.

[ Listen, it might be rude, but if Ajay has been going around giving blowjobs like that he's probably no stranger to having to wait a few

long

moments

for Pagan's mind to come back online. Pagan has heard people described as being able to suck someone's brain out through their dick, but never until now has he had reason to consider that it might actually be true. So it's a while, his breath coming heavy and hard as his soul returns from a universe of wow and into his body, before he looks at Ajay and smiles, fond and warm but stunned. ]

No, I - it wasn't quite how I'd planned.

[ There's a handkerchief in his pocket. Or a pocket square, more accurately - a fine silk thing, designed for show rather than for actual use. When Pagan feels like he can move again (and after delicately tucking himself back into his trousers), it's that pocket square that he whips out, droping to the floor in front of Ajay to catch up his hand and give it a sort of makeshift bandaging. Yes, there's plenty in the palace that would do a better job, but not without leaving the room, and Pagan isn't quite prepared to do that yet. If whatever this was is some kind of... library-based magic bubble, a spell taking place under the watchful eye of Chuck Tingle, perhaps, Pagan isn't ready for it to end. ]

With your hand all bloody. [ He tuts. ] There are people who'd consider it a challenge to appear dramatic and reckless next to me, you know.

[ pagan smiles at him like that, and ajay’s heart just a little flip-flop in his chest that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with —

fuck.

he’s still trying to process it when pagan kneels down in front of him and wraps up his hand, and that is not helping whatever stupid emotional dysfunction ajay is currently suffering. plus, he’s still sitting here with his pants open and his dick out, and his attempts to fumble an improvement to that situation aren’t exactly successful. ]

You don’t — [ he’s more embarrassed about having his hand seen to than he was to get down on his knees and suck the guy’s dick. ] I mean, it’s not a big deal. If Kyrat hasn’t killed me, a glass probably can’t do it.

Hush. Let a silly old man have his little flights of fancy. And in case you're wondering, yes, "old" is one of those things where I can say it about myself but won't tolerate it from someone else.

[ And yes, he notices Ajay's attempt to tidy himself away, and it draws his attention to the... non-soft state of him. And yes, Pagan could attempt to wrangle Ajay back into his designer jeans, but he pauses, takes a breath. Summons his courage, thought he wouldn't admit that part is asked. ]

As I mentioned, there's a room made up for you here where you're welcome to rest and recharge any time you like.

[ And then, just a little more cautiously - as close as he gets to nervously, because it costs his something to ask this and risk a no - ]

There's also my own suite, where you'd be more than welcome to join me.

[ at least the “old” comment gets a little snort of laughter out of him, even if it doesn’t entirely paper over the embarrassment. but he also can’t deny that it’s nice to be taken care of, to have someone that wants to do it without asking anything in return, and —

then? that.

his eyes snap up to pagan’s face instantly, searching as if he’s expecting to see something in the other man’s expression. and then he swallows, shifts his weight — it’s hard to deal with how much he wants to, that’s the thing. he’s never been the kind of person to get caught up in a one night stand (and that’s what this has to be, right?), and here he is, waltzing his way through what may as well be a minefield. every sensible bone in his body is screaming absolutely not, but when he opens his mouth, what comes out is — ]

… yeah, okay. [ quietly, almost shy. ]

[ Oh, thank fuck. It's nothing, in the scale of things - he knows that, it can't be, these young people have all sorts of modern ideas about sex positivity, and even back in Hong Kong Pagan himself thought absolutely nothing of allowing that night's fuck to stay the night so there would be a nice warm body in his bed to be turfed out with cab fare in the morning. He'd like to blame it on the loneliness of his rule making him sentimental, but it's more than that. Dangerous to admit, dangerous to even think, but somehow the space Ajay had occupied in his heart has gotten all twisted sideways, and -

no. Don't think about it. Don't ruin it before morning breaks and this blossoming rose of romance turns into a rotting pumpkin, you silly old fuck. ]

Marvelous. Well, since you've already shown me something this evening, allow me to show you to my quarters.

[ He does tuck Ajay in now, making sure to give him a wink as he grasps his dick in the hope it doesn't come off too paternalistic, standing and offering him a hand up despite the fact that he knees are still a little fawnishly shaky after such a sensational blowjob. ]

[ welp. he wasn't expecting pagan's hand on his dick again, so there's a little jolt of surprise and then an immediate flush in response. but! it's way better than walking through the halls of the palace with his dick out, so...

... no, he isn't gonna thank the guy for getting him squared away. that's too awkward, even for him.

instead, he takes that hand to pull himself to his feet, letting go again so he can make some sort of effort at straightening out his clothes and not looking like a guy who just had a heavy petting session in a library. then, with more confidence than he feels: ]

Lead the way.

[ Pagan's suite isn't far, but the walk is excruciating. Every step is one in which Ajay has time to realize how messed up the whole scenario is, to turn around and leave. It's also a step closer to what Pagan suspects is already undoable - he's letting himself fall again. And yet none of that concern stop his from wanting to stop as they walk, to press Ajay up against the nearest wall and kiss him breathless all over again. He's sure he must say something along the way - he's almost pathologically incapable of silence, even when it's what's called for - but it's a blur until he pushes the door open. It's a little more restrained than the rest of the palace - still luxurious, of course, designed for comfort in those times when he feels the need to lock himself away even more than usual - but here the carved wood of his bed and furniture isn't inlaid with gold, the silks are soft rather than stiff with intricate embroidery. ]

Bathroom is through there. Bed, obviously, is right here. Make yourself at home.

[ honestly, ajay is just relieved that they don't run into anyone else during their little trip through the halls. not that he cares about his reputation amongst pagan's staff and security -- okay, maybe he cares a little. it's just, a guy has to have some level of pride, and he's not sure he's ready to throw all of that away and be known as pagan min's late-night booty call.

but no, they get to pagan's bedroom without encountering any other sets of prying eyes, and...

... fuck, now what?

maybe they should just jump right back into making out? at least that was remarkably easy, and ajay's brain seemed content enough to shut the fuck up and just go with the flow. but somehow, he can't come up with something confident and suave enough to just drive things back in that direction, so... well. he clears his throat, barely restrains the urge to fidget with the cuffs of his blazer, and: ]

Guess I should, uh. Wash up a little.

[ getting off the blood smeared everywhere has go to be an improvement, right? so he slides past pagan and into the bathroom, taking just a few moments to goggle at the biggest bathtub he's ever seen and a shower with (count 'em) six separate shower heads before he finally remembers his purpose here. then he shrugs the blazer off his shoulder and ditches it in a heap on the floor, using one of the sinks to scrub the blood drying on his hands and arms.

the sound of the water doesn't entirely drown out the mantra of what the fuck are you doing here ajay that's starting to pick up at the back of his head, but it helps a little. ]

[ Ajay goes straight through to the bathroom, and for a long moment Pagan just stands where he is, a flurry of horny turmoil. Should he wait? Should he move to the bed? Pagan may have just recently said that he doesn't know Ajay anymore, but he gets the distinct feeling that Ajay is unlikely to be impressed by Pagan shedding his clothes and waiting nude on the bed for him - and Pagan Min is vain, but there's something about that move that does seem a little like presenting one's paint-by-numbers garden scene to Claude Monet.

In the end, he just follows Ajay through to the bathroom. It's terrible - just tasteless, really - but there's something very sexy about the way Ajay is washing off. Just... standing in a palace bathroom, bespoke blazer puddled on the floor, scrubbing off as casually as if he's just fixed a car. And yes, for once the blood is his own and not the result of a path of destruction carved through people trying to kill him, but the connection is there and it's very appealing.

Well, Pagan got everything he has by being brazen. Why not this too? He grabs a washcloth, passes it under the flow of water, uses it to swipe (mostly ineffectually) at Ajay's cheek, and then leans in for another kiss. Will Ajay immediately see through the fact that Pagan would have kissed him with blood on his face anyway? Probably. He'll worry about whether he's going to get away with this before he starts nitpicking. ]

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