fourstrings | I get a little bit Genghis Khan

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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I've warned you. I know I did. All of Kyrat knows Ajay Ghale is fearless, but the real question is: is he fearless enough to say old dog, new tricks with my teeth in biting range of his cock? The nation awaits an answer with bated breath.

[ But he'd be better served by providing a distraction, surely? So he bends Ajay's leg at the knee until it's propped over his shoulder, pumps lube over his fingers, and starts a slick, circling touch over Ajay's hole as he ducks his head to delicately kiss his dick. Why not cross two firsts off in one fell swoop? ]

[ okay, well. that gets the first real laugh of the evening out of ajay -- maybe the first real laugh since he's stumbled his way into kyrat. the kind of unselfconscious, bright laugh that requires him to drop his head back against the pillows, even with one of the most dangerous men he's ever known threatening teeth-to-dick contact.

but! pagan shuts him up quickly enough when he slides a hand between ajay's legs, mouth hot against his dick. his next inhale is a sharp and shaky thing, dick twitching against his stomach with a sudden pulse of blood. ]

Ah. You don't have to -- I mean, if you don't want --

[ his dick is begging him to shut up, but he was raised to be considerate. ] I know what you said about batting for the other team, and, uh.

Trust me, my boy, the fact that I want to suck your dick and probably eventually have you fuck me is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. They do say sexuality is a curve, don't they?

[ Honestly, this is all just making him want it more. The bright sound of Ajay's laugh, the way his dick twitches, giving the feedback Pagan had asked for even as Ajay's mouth is dithering on the topic. He pressed the finger just a little more firmly, firm enough to promise the inward slide it hasn't quite accomplished yet, and smiles. ]

I'm learning a lot about myself tonight. I'd like to learn a lot about you. For example: the way you taste.

[ And to hell with it. He's not skilled at this - how could he be? - so rather than an elegant slide forward it's him using his free hand to lift Ajay's dick to his mouth so he can slip the head of it between his lips, lave his tongue over the swell of it. ]

[ ah. ah, well. the idea that pagan wants ajay to fuck him explodes over him like a mortar round, leaving ajay stunned and speechless in its wake.

but then pagan teases him with that little press in and leans down to take the head of ajay's dick in his mouth, and fuck. the sound of pleasure he makes is nearly startled out of him, and he's forced to grip at a handful of the sheets to keep from bucking his hips up into that warm wet. ]

Pagan. Oh, fuck. Yeah, that's -- Yeah.

[ An unforeseen drawback to having a dick in his mouth is that he can't deliver any cheeky banter. No matter! Unfamiliar as it might be, the sounds Ajay makes are encouraging enough. He takes a little more now, careful of his teeth, careful to make it slide when he presses his mouth down and his finger in. Really, it's all the sorts of things he's used to - wanting to make it good, wanting to greedily drink up the reactions to what he's doing - only with different equipment. He repeats the action - a slide of his mouth, a press of his finger, surprised at how much he's enjoying it for itself rather than as a means to an end. So surprised that he doesn't notice the pleased hum he makes as he moves. ]

[ the thing about sucking dick is that you don't exactly have to be some kind of mozart-level prodigy at it to make the whole thing a pretty great time -- put together warm and wet with enough suction, and bam! you've got yourself a party.

so ajay is more than appreciative of pagan's efforts; he rocks his hips down against that finger because it's safer than trying to push up into the older man's mouth, groaning out a low sound as pagan hums around him. ]

[ Pagan may not be a cocksucking prodigy, but what he can do is read people. Not that the way Ajay rocks down against his finger is a difficult signal to interpret - it's a pretty clear bid for more, so Pagan gives it, sliding that finger in deeper, until it's buried to the knuckle of his hand, stroking there as he pulls his mouth back to lap at the head of Ajay's dick. And he can taste him, just like he wanted - the salt of him welling there, letting Pagan know he's at least doing what he set out to do. Is it enough for Ajay to permit the addition of another finger? They're about to find out, as Pagan presses a second digit there, waiting just long enough for any signs it's too soon before he slips it in. ]

[ if anything, that second finger is met with an open invitation. ajay groans out a low noise as pagan slides it slowly into him, two digits just enough to let him start to feel the stretch of it, and it's good. the roll of his hips is a steadier thing now, trying to find the rhythm pagan is setting, fingers stroking almost absently through the older man's hair and over the short buzz of his undercut. ]

There's -- aah -- curl your fingers a little, press up --

[ Fuck. He may have fantasized about Ajay, and those fantasies may have included Ajay breaking into the palace and forcing (forcing!!! through no fault of Pagan's own!!!) Pagan to debase himself for Ajay's pleasure, he may have imagined instructions in Ajay's voice - but never, never could he have imagined this. The sweet tenderness of Ajay's hand in his hair, the gentle, needy tone of his voice when he tells Pagan what to do. How could he possibly resist?

He's not so clueless he doesn't know what the prostate is. He knows what he's looking for. So he's careful and deliberate as he does as Ajay says - curls his fingers, presses up, strokes slowly and firmly along that inner wall, because he might have only the vaguest idea of where it is but he's sure Ajay's reaction will tell him when he's found it. And by God does he want to hear that reaction, feel it under his touch. ]

[ those first few strokes fall just short of the mark, but on the next one? ajay rolls his hips to shift the angle a little, and —

the feeling of it buzzes up his spine in a burst of sharp, electric pleasure, and the sound he makes is wrenched out of him before he can help it. a short, sharp cry, punctuated by a helpless buck of his hips like he’s trying to chase more. ]

Pagan. Oh fuck, that’s it, yeah. Please.

[ It's a shame to take his mouth off Ajay's dick to speak, but this is exactly what he'd asked for - for Ajay to let him know how he's going - and that deserves positive feedback! ]

Perfect. Just as I asked. Oh, you're a good boy.

[ And Pagan is a quick study. Now that Ajay's guided him in the right direction with a change of angle Pagan's pretty certain he can carry on repeating the motion - slow, deliberate strokes of his fingers over the place that make Ajay rock his hips and cry out like that. Even the promise that this will lead to him being inside Ajay is a little distant, at the moment - he just wants more of that, more of the sound of Ajay coming unspooled by his touch. He dips his head again to lick along the length of Ajay's cock, and practically coos at him. ]

So responsive. Gorgeous.

[ the touch, on its own, was enough to have ajay coming undone at the edges — but the praise layered on top of it makes him writhe against the sheets, a senseless little sound of need spilling up and out of him. ]

Pagan, Pagan —

[ those steady strokes of pagan’s fingers against his prostrate have ajay’s head full of nothing but a constant static of pleasure, and his dick is leaking where it lays heavy against his belly.

and it’s not like he’s complaining about pagan’s mouth on his dick, but there’s a greater itch — he grasps blindly at one of the older man’s shoulders, trying to haul him upwards enough for a kiss. ]

[ And Pagan is more than happy to rise for that kiss. It's hungry, deep, the stroke of his tongue into Ajay's mouth just as eager as the movement of his fingers, even if he has to sacrifice a little of that depth in moving upward. He nips at Ajay's lip, peppers kisses over his cheek and jaw, buries another against his neck where the mark of his mouth is still red and proud. ]

If I'd known how it would feel to hear you say my name like that - oh, I'd have scooped you up much sooner. Beautiful.

[ just the sound of beautiful, the way pagan says it with all the reverence that the people of kyrat reserve for their goddess, is enough to thrill another shiver up ajay’s spine. he chases his mouth for another kiss, long and hungry and deep, but when it breaks? ]

I want you. [ breathed out against pagan’s mouth, their lips still close enough to brush. ] Let me feel you in me, c’mon.

[ For all the walls he's built up around the palace, the army he's gathered, the affectations he's adopted to give the world a cartoon villain version of himself so he can keep the rest of him secret, Pagan has no defense against that. Beautiful Ajay, telling Pagan just what he wants in no uncertain terms - and for what he wants to be Pagan. It's almost too much, and he actually laughs, though it's quiet, almost breathed - the laugh of a man who can't quite believe his luck. The sound of the demand goes straight to his dick, and if it works out that tonight is all they have he knows the memory of that will stick with him and heat his blood on lonely nights. ]

Of course. Of course.

[ He withdraws his fingers as slowly and gently as the promise of what's to come will allow him, miraculously manages not to fumble the lube in his excitement as he gathers more to slick over himself. And then he shifts, hips between the spread of Ajay's legs, pausing just a moment to kiss Ajay's beautiful mouth again before he lines himself up and starts slowly sinking into absolute bliss. ]

[ even though ajay knows what's coming, even though it's what he asked for, the loss of pagan's fingers sliding out of him is still enough to prompt a little whine. maybe it's because of pagan, or maybe it's just been too long because anyone has touched him like this, but. a part of him feels like a starving man presented with a feast, greedy and desperate for as much as he can get.

lucky, then, that pagan seems like he's in no mood to deny him.

because that first slow inward slide is good. there's the usual pressure, yes, and the stretch that teeters scant inches away from discomfort, but all of it just feels right. pagan's mouth hot on his, the older man's weight caging him down against the mattress, the worshipful look in pagan's eyes when ajay finally has to break that kiss with a low groan. maybe it makes no sense for something as complicated and fucked up as what's between them to feel like this -- grounding and warm and safe -- but maybe ajay has finally convinced the part of his brain that wants to question it to play along, because there's not a murmur of protest.

he fumbles for one of pagan's hands as the other man finally seats himself fully inside him, and maybe that's too much for what he keeps telling himself is just supposed to be one night's mistake, but fuck it. ]

Just -- Yeah. [ sighed out against pagan's mouth, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. ] Can't believe how good you feel.

[ Maybe the hand-holding is too much, but Pagan goes for it, eagerly threading his fingers through Ajay's. And then Ajay sighs, tells him it feels good, and a part of Pagan that he didn't even know was tensed uncoils as his brushes he lips against Ajay's. And it's not as if it didn't feel incredible already - the slide into him, so hot and tight and somehow welcoming despite the resistance - but knowing it's good for Ajay too makes it perfect. ]

You'll tell me. If I hurt you.

You won't.

[ he hadn't been able to let himself believe it before. but here, tangled up in bed with him and pressed as close as it's possible for two people to be, it feels like a stark and undeniable truth. no one who touches him like this, looks at him like that, says his name as if he's sighing a prayer, could ever hurt him.

stupid that it's taken him this long to see it, to strip the layers back off everything pagan's ever said to him and find this truth screaming up at him from underneath. ] You promised.

[ and maybe it's implicit, maybe it doesn't need to be said, but: ] I trust you.

Ajay.

[ He breathes it, tender and grateful. Nothing in Pagan's life has ever been quite as much of an aphrodisiac as hearing those words and somehow it's the last little bit that lets him relax about the whole thing. It feel right. And so he moves, now, just the same way he did when he kissed Ajay for the first time tonight. Slow, but firm, determined, relishing even the outward slide as he pulls back because it just means he gets to push back in and bury himself in Ajay again, and again, and again. ]

You feel incredible.

[ it feels so fucking good.

like he's been starving for this without realizing; for someone to touch him this tenderly, with so much open affection that ajay feels like he can drink it up through his skin. pagan asks him for nothing and rushes to give him everything, and there's no chance in hell that ajay deserves that, but fuck if he doesn't want it anyway.

he shifts so that he can wrap a leg around pagan's hips, groaning a low sound when that lets pagan sink even deeper into him on the next slide. reaches up to pull the older man down to him for another kiss, slow and heated. ]

[ Oh, that's magical. When Ajay curls a leg around his hips, lets him in deeper, the hot inward slide of it has Pagan moaning against that kiss. It's so far from what he'd anticipated, gentle and warm, and it's not absolution - it could never be, when Ajay doesn't know the whole truth of what happened all those years ago - but it's the closest to it he's felt in years. The closest to whole he's felt in years.

He's determined to reward Ajay for that, to make it as good as it can possibly be, and so he shifts to try and replicate the angle Ajay had showed him with his fingers and try and give him that same pleasure again - the feeling that seemed as if it was taking him over in the best possible way. ]

[ pagan shifts his hips just so, and it matches perfectly with the way ajay rolls down against that next thrust, and -- oh.

the next sound that gets wrenched out of him is a sharp cry, head snapping back against the pillows and body arching up underneath pagan's. forgetting entirely that the absolutely last thing he wants is for anyone else in the palace to know what they're doing -- forgetting, honestly, that there's anyone else worth worrying about except the two of them. ]

Pagan -- [ the blunt ends of his nails raking down pagan's back, leaving little pink lines of pressure in their wake. ] Again, more. I want it, I want you.

[ Well, if that isn't inspirational. Honestly, Ajay doesn't even need to ask - he cries out, the loudest Pagan's ever heard him in any situation, body moving to meet Pagan's and nails burning a lines of want down Pagan's back and Pagan gets lost in it. All his concern, all his desire to be careful with Ajay sizzles away in the combined need to feel more of that and to give Ajay what he's asking for.

So he does - props himself up a little, as much as he can without letting go of Ajay's hand or getting out of kissing range. Faster, now, building a rhythm and groaning at glorious pressure of Ajay around him. ]

[ pagan moves to give ajay exactly what he'd asked for, and fuck. the pleasure is as powerful and insistent as the current of a kyrati river -- the kind that can sweep you miles downstream before you can struggle free, that can drag you down into the dangerous deep if your footing isn't sure. but ajay's willing to let himself get lost in it, lost in this -- he gives himself over to it, greedy for as much of that pleasure as his body can chase.

the sounds coming out of him are nearly senseless now, a nonsensical stream of pagan and please and feels good feels good feels good. every thrust sends pleasure singing up his spine, buzzing in his skull and burning molten hot in his belly, and it's good. ]

Yes. Ajay, you're perfect - so good, so good -

[ It's intoxicating. It feels amazing, better than anything he can remember, and every inward thrust into Ajay bursts through him like fireworks if fireworks were something that built, and built, and built until the whole sky was hung with light and colour. And it's all the better for the way Ajay responds, almost babbling, every sound he makes just adding another sparklerburst of need to it. It's a shame that they can;t do this forever - just the two of them, this closeness, this pleasure.

He wants it forever. Wants to keep Ajay, keep everything about this. It's a train of thought he daren't follow, so instead he cranes to kiss Ajay again, hard and hot as the thrust of his hips keeps its steady pace. ]

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