I get a little bit Genghis Khan

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[ 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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[ it's a little alarming, how just the sound of someone mm-ing at him can make ajay ache. but then pagan nips at his lip again, and ajay forgets to think, forgets how to think -- there's just the heat of pagan's mouth on his, and the feeling of his hand sliding under ajay's clothing.

and yeah, it's embarrassing that even that first brush of contact makes him whine. but when pagan moves on quickly from that to getting a proper hand around him, squeezing, the resulting flare of heat makes ajay shiver. he groans out a low, needy sound into the other man's mouth; pagan's weight on his hips keeps him from being able to push up properly into that touch, but fuck, he's into it. that he's letting a man this dangerous have that kind of control over him, it's --

he has to break the kiss to pant, but he's too greedy to move away from pagan. kisses along his jaw instead, open-mouthed and wet, scrapes his teeth over the hollow just under the older man's ear. ]

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[ The burr of Ajay's teeth sends heat flooding through Pagan - impossibly more than there was already, more than it took to have him tossing what he thought he knew about himself to the wind. He gasps with it, and then - inspired - fists his free hand in Ajay's hair to tug his head back so that he can nip at Ajay's throat in return. ]

Good. Good. Let me hear you.

[ Which is a very rude demand, unless he's going to provide something worth making some noise. He settles into a rhythm, hand stroking over Ajay's cock, steady now as he kisses and nips at the stretch on Ajay's throat. Grinds himself against Ajay despite the way he's planted himself over the younger man meaning it doesn't give him any friction, and pants against his skin. ]

Beautiful boy.

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Oh, fuck.

[ and he's not even sure if it's because of the way pagan purrs good at him, or the flush of heat that goes through him as pagan jerks his head back. then again, the feeling of pagan's teeth on his throat should also definitely be in the running -- it would be stupid as fuck to let pagan leave any actual marks, he knows that, but just the thought of it makes him dizzy.

if pagan has a hand on his dick, that probably means ajay doesn't need to ask permission to touch? one hand is still holding onto that stupid drink, because no fucking way is he about to spill it on what's probably the most expensive piece of furniture he's ever sat on, but his free hand goes to pagan's ass and squeezes. ]

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[ If Pagan were a gentleman he'd notice that Ajay still has the glass in his hand, take it and set it down for him. As it is, with Pagan anything but gentlemanly, he'd probably take it and put it down just so he could be sure he had Ajay's full attention. Unfortunately for Ajay, he has Pagan's full attention, which means Pagan is far too interested in the way Ajay moves beneath him, the feeling of him hot and hard in Pagan's grip, the fact that Ajay just grabbed his ass to even notice the glass. That in itself earns a chuckle, but it's throaty and rich with desire. Never in his life has Pagan Min had anyone grab his ass, and he rewards Ajay by rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock at the top of the next stroke, moans against his skin when he finds it slick. ]

I adore the way you feel. The way you sound. Terrible boy, hiding from me for so long when we could have had this.

[ He wants to bite, to suck a mark into Ajay's skin and leave his claim stamped there. There's just enough of him left unaddled by lust to recognize the disaster that would be, the danger it would put Ajay in, so he lifts his face and bites at Ajay's earlobe instead, hand moving steadily all the while. ]

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[ just the sound of pagan's moan sends an answering pulse of heat through ajay, and his hips jerk up greedily into the other man's hand. but that praise? it slides over his skin like a physical touch, makes him whine a low sound that's halfway to please.

and that nip to his earlobe so closely mirrors his own line of thinking that ajay sucks in a sharp breath -- but no, it isn't enough, he knew it wouldn't be. it's great that pagan is managing to hold onto rational thought, because the parts of ajay's brain responsible for that are shorting out faster than kyrat's power grid. ]

Pagan. I want you to -- I want -- I --

[ tripping over it, tipping his head back to bare his throat in a silent invitation. ]

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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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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?

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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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.

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[ 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. ]