pagan min (
vacabdication) wrote in
fourstrings2021-10-01 08:17 pm
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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[ Pagan could make a witty remark here. About Ajay's wiles, and how it's a damn shame the Golden Path didn't convince him to try and seduce Pagan back when he still wanted to kill him. He does none of that (unfortunate comparisons aside), and moves closer to pull Ajay into a kiss, instead. He may discover he never has a firm opinion about anything again, if this is the way Ajay means to change his mind. ]
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I just want to assure you that I can get another round of breakfast up here no trouble if this one gets cold.
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I don't know. Seems like a shame to let good food go to waste, huh?
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But probably is not a risk Pagan is willing to take. ]
Ignore the breakfast and I'll send a poorly-guarded truck full of food and medical supplies through a Golden Path stronghold.
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Did you just bribe me with charity?
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[ But he's grinning now, sensing that laugh in Ajay, loving that he's going along with it. Still, he reaches to swipe a finger through that puddle of syrup, presses it to Ajay's lips, and pitches his voice low. ]
You know it's a good offer. People get fed, we get to come, everyone wins.
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but when he's done? there's a little cat-with-the-cream smile, eyes dark. ]
You'd send a truck anyway. [ leaning up to nip teasingly at pagan's lower lip. ] If I asked.
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I would. I'd do anything, if you asked.
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Tell me you want me. [ voice low, almost a murmur against pagan's mouth. ] I wanna hear it.
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[ And he kisses Ajay, but it's brief - a slow thing, full of promise. ]
I want you so much I can't imagine a time when I won't want you. I want you so much it almost scares me. I want you so much it should scare you.
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I want you. I can still feel -- [ he stumbles over it, but only for a moment. ] ... the way you were inside me last night. I want --
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[ God, why is the sound of that so hot? Why does it light him up inside to know that Ajay can still feel him - and that if after all this he leaves and goes back to the Golden Path, it'll be with the feeling of Pagan inside him? ]
Anything. Anything you want.
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I want you. I want you to fuck me so good I'll feel it for days.
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[ How is this happening? How is this real? Pagan makes a stifled little noise when Ajay presses his fingers there, shudders when he speaks. He's going to be totally powerless against this boy, he can already tell. He already is.
Yuma's going to be so mad. ]
I don't deserve you. [ and his fingers trace a little loop there, stroking as he reaches for the lube with his other hand. ] But I'm damn well going to try to.
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You've already got me.
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[ He knows aleady that Ajay likes that - likes the praise, likes Pagan talking to him that way. It's lucky; Pagan's not sure he could suppress it if it was unwelcome. But since it's not he keeps it up, murmuring gentle words of adoration against Ajay's skin as he brushes his lips against his throat, slicks his fingers with lube to keep up that stroking and slip into him. Just that makes him moan; he's tight and warm but somehow softer, the press easier, like his body knows Pagan know and is welcoming him. ]
Oh, Ajay. You feel divine.
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I like it when you -- [ but it feels too shameless to admit that he likes being praised, to ask for more of it. so. ] ... I like hearing you.
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[ There's an edge of teasing in it, something that hopefully has the edge taken off it by the warm, fond tone in his voice - and if not by that, then by the way he strokes his fingers inside Ajay, just the way Ajay taught him. Let him have a reward, for being so honest about it - and because Pagan will never have his fill of hearing Ajay that way. ]
It's a good thing there's so much I want to tell you. How wonderful you feel, how beautiful you sound. That I'm glad I never found this side of myself before, because it means you're the only one.
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and somehow? that lights the heat of a selfish fire in the pit of his belly. ]
Yeah. I wanna be -- [ pulling pagan down to him for another kiss, fiercer and hungrier. ] The only one. The only thing you're thinking about.
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[ And that little shiver and moan was exactly what Pagan was angling for. Never let it be said he can't learn; he repeats the action, kisses Ajay again, fiercely needy. It's wonderful to be able to lose himself in this - the heat of them, the sweet feel of Ajay's body against his, the crush of their mouths that makes Pagan's cock throb and ache to give Ajay just what he's asking for. ]
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More. I want -- [ the way he rocks down against pagan's hand is almost desperate now, needy. ] It's not enough, I need --
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[ And isn't that a wonderful thing? To need, to be needed. It heats him through, sets the simmering want in him to a boil. It takes too long to slick himself with lube , the seconds he has to spend too long away from the heat of Ajay's body, the touch of his own hand woefully insufficient. And then - well, Ajay said fuck him so good he'll feel it for days, and while there's plenty of time to build up to the kind of frenzy that implies he does allow himself the pleasure of sliding all the way in, burying himself to the hilt as he leans in to catch Ajay's mouth in a hungry kiss as he does. ]
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of course, he can only keep up that kiss for another few moments before he has to break it just to catch his breath, dragging his mouth down pagan's throat in a messy line of kisses. ]
Yeah. Feels so fucking good, exactly what I needed.
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[ It's an effort, to get that much out with the feeling of Ajay so hot and tight around him, but worth it. He grins, proud of himself for forcing the words out with only a little wobble in his voice due to how damn good it feels, and starts working towards what Ajay actually asked for. Something he'll feel for days. Not right away, of course - that seems like a recipe to have him blow it in record time - but when he starts to move he pulls out almost all the way before he drives home again, deep and firm. And he can't fight the moan of pleasure that comes with it - he'd long thought nothing beats that first slide in, the thrill of finally putting all the want into action, but this replicates it in a way that nearly makes it him dizzy. Again. Again. Leaving himself room to build speed, but every inward stroke letting him bury his cock in Ajay as far as he can. ]
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