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 the kind of kiss that you can’t help but melt into, and it’s exactly what ajay needs. he makes a low sound as he lets himself fall into it — reaches up so that he can curl a hand at the nape of pagan’s neck, the nervous tension in his shoulders unspooling into heat all over again.

so by the time pagan moves to pull him onto the bed, ajay is more than happy to follow along. he even lets himself sink down into the sheets, tugging until pagan is on top of him, and —

oh. blinking like an owl at that little monologue.

does… does pagan think he’s trying to whore himself out for intel? the idea of clearing that with sabal is almost enough to trigger one of those snort-laugh fits he was worried about, and he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stifle it.

fuck. but no, it probably requires some kind of an attempt at an explanation, so. ]

No, it’s — [ breaking eye contact, because the ceiling over pagan’s head is less intimidating to say this to. ] I’m not usually — I don’t really —

… I’m kind of not a one night stand person. I mean, I wasn’t. Back home. [ he’s actually not sure what kind of person overall he is in kyrat half the time, so. ] And I know this is… complicated. [ understatement of the year. ]

But I want you. [ and his voice softens, almost shyly, over the words — eyes flicking back to pagan’s. ] And I just want —

[ … okay, he can’t force himself to say fuck me until i can’t remember why this is a terrible idea, so instead? he grabs one of pagan’s hands by the wrist so that he can press it between his legs, and drags him back down for another hungry kiss. ]

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[ Oh, the sweet boy. It's obviously hard for him to say - hard enough that Pagan suspects there may have been a chance of Ajay fleeing anyway, boner and all - but thankfully he doesn't, and progresses things in a way that decisively derails Pagan's urge to thank him for indulging him. When his hand goes there Pagan hums into the kiss, pleased, and unfortunately immediately breaks it in order to start trying to wrestle Ajay out of those jeans. ]

You know, I think you may have made the right call. These jeans do look very good on you. Now let's see how they look off you.

[ Yes, the temptation to make the "on my bedroom floor" joke was there. He's a little too proud of himself for resisting. ]

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[ okay, they’re clearly back on the right track! kissing! pagan trying to wrestle him out of his clothes!

— and then pagan hits him with that line, and the mortifying snort-laugh ajay has been fighting all along finally makes it’s escape. dammit.

hopefully, the way he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and underwear and wriggles them off his hips counts as enough of a distraction. and then he kicks them the rest of the way off even as he drags pagan down for another kiss, nipping sharply at the older man’s lower lip before he deepens it. ]

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[ Pagan does pause for a moment at that snort-laugh, but fortunately the rapid reveal of a completely nude Ajay distracts him from announcing that he finds it utterly charming. And then there's that kiss, heated and deep, and all Pagan can think to do is moan into it and run his hands down over as much of Ajay's newly-bared flesh as he can reach. God, but he's beautiful. Really just a work of art, and Pagan can't help struggling out of that kiss again briefly. ]

Wait, wait. Let me - just let me look at you.

[ Of course, he doesn't just look. He sits back on his heels for a moment, taking in the sight of Ajay, eyes raking hungrily over him before he even realizes that his hands have followed, coasting over all that warm, bare skin. Just gorgeous. He hums low in his throat and then there's nothing but to get right back to it, planting a kiss on Ajay's chest and working his way up to suckle at his throat again. ]

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[ ajay can’t stop himself from arching up greedily into those hands, all but begging for pagan to keep touching him. and instead? pagan breaks the kiss and pulls away from him again, and ajay would be mortified over the frustrated little sound he makes if pagan didn’t promptly give him something else to be embarrassed about instead.

he’s just never been great at being the center of attention, that’s all! and pagan looks at him like he’s some priceless work of art only rolled out of a vault every century or so — it’s such a raw mix of lust and adoration and awe that ajay has to stifle the urge to go wriggling under the blankets to escape. (and at the same time? some traitorous, foreign part of him wants to arch up and preen under that look, if only because he’s sure it’ll make pagan purr out another litany of good boy against his skin.)

but pagan ducking back down to press his mouth against ajay’s skin is a relief from the pressure of his gaze, and he arches back up into it with a gratified little sound. ]

Pagan.

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Ajay. Oh, you are just delicious.

[ And, well. Since he's here, and since they've both been clear about what they want, he lets one hand coast down slowly, enjoying the feel of Ajay's skin and the firm muscle beneath as it goes, reveling in the way Ajay seems to shift under his touch like he wants nothing in the world but more of it, until he can wrap his hand around Ajay's dick again and give him a firm stroke. It's even better like this - with Ajay nude, no rumple of clothing to distract Pagan from the feeling of Ajay hot and hard in his grip. ]

Tell me what you want. I want to give it to you. All of it.

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[ pagan wraps a hand around his dick, and ajay can't stop himself from bucking his hips up greedily into that touch. it occurs to him hazily that he should probably be doing something more in the way of reciprocating than just squirming on pagan's sheets, but --

ah. well. as it happens, ajay wants a lot.

he wants pagan to keep touching him like that, for one. and he'd really like it if pagan would keep saying his name the way he does, like its his favorite two syllables in the world. and he'd really like it if pagan would ditch his own pants already, because this feels more than a little unbalanced. ]

I -- I want -- [ the way pagan is stroking him is enough to fill his head with overheated static, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek to stifle a frustrated little whine as he fights to get the words out. but they stick stubbornly to his tongue and refuse to be shaken loose, and instead he ends up dragging pagan down to him for another hungry kiss, because doing has always been better than saying.

but he breaks away after a long moment of that, voice low and mouth still brushing pagan's when he speaks again: ] You. In me.

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[ Oh, he's glorious. The way he presses up into Pagan's hand, the little whine as he tries to find the words, the heat of that kiss -

and then, that. Pagan moans, delves right back into that kiss, hard and hungry, and can't quite help rocking his still-clothed hips against Ajay's thigh just at the thought of it. ]

Fuck. Ajay. Yes.

[ And it looks like Ajay will get at least one of his wishes immediately, as Pagan immediately moves to abandon his own trousers with disgraceful haste. That's about all he does in haste, for now; then there's the important business of pressing close in to Ajay again, to kiss him deep and simply luxuriate in the feeling of skin-on-skin. ]

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[ two of his wishes, if you're counting, because he's already hooked on the way pagan says his name. but the kiss that follows is a treat all of its own; fuck, it's like the guy has had a lifetime and then some to study how to kiss him, exactly what gets ajay melting into his sheets. or maybe it's just because it's pagan? but that's a little too overwhelming to deal with, so he shoves it into a dark drawer in the back of his mind and resolves not to look at it again.

skin against skin, though? that's good. heat rolls off pagan like the man is a furnace, and his weight is an oddly comforting thing as he settles himself down over ajay. maybe he'd envisioned this as a frantic, furious fuck -- and maybe the way he kisses pagan now flies in the face of all of that, slow and sweet and deep, but it's good. it's exactly what he needs. ]

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[ If Pagan didn't already know he was doomed, this would be the giveaway. He may have had a dry spell for the record books, but he had a lot of sex in his youth, and that's not the kind of kiss that goes with a desperate release of tension to never be spoken of again. This is the kind of kiss that means love.

For Pagan, at least. For all he knows Ajay may kiss all his lovers this way, but for now, it's nice to live in the fantasy. And he does - drinking it in, letting his hands roam Ajay's body with a leisurely sweep that implies he thinks he has all the time in the world for this. It's a true effort to finally pull back, and he leaves it with gentle suction over Ajay's bottom lip, trying to drag the contact out for as long as he can. ]

I think I have a grasp of the basics. [ Which is a preamble for him reaching for his bedside table, plucking out a bottle of (hideously expensive, all-organic and allegedly skin nourishing) lubricant previously only used for jerking off. ] For the rest, I am your willing and eager student.

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[ it's a really fucking good kiss. the kind of kiss that's easy enough to get drunk off of, and by the time pagan pulls away, ajay is half-melted into the bedsheets with any trace of tension absent in him.

so, that's why he only manages a low little laugh instead of managing to wind himself back up into nervousness again. ]

You need me to... uh... [ turns out he still can't use his words. ] ... I mean, do you want me to do it or tell you how?

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I think I'm too vain for a step-by-step.

[ But he's also too greedy to let Ajay do it himself. He wants this, wants all of it - wants to get Ajay ready, to feel him open to him like he needs it, and to let Ajay knows he cares enough to do it. To take care of him. So he scoots the lube down the bed and then crawls that way himself, kissing a trail over Ajay's chest and stomach as he does. ]

Do you trust me to feel my way out and let you tell me if it's a yes or a no?

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[ that gets a little snort, because of course.

the answer to that, by the way, should be an unequivocal no. pagan doesn't even make it much of a secret that he's not the most sane man in kyrat, and ajay did watch him stab someone to death with a pen. the last thing in the world he should do is trust him with something this vulnerable, but: ] Yeah.

[ in the end, the answer is easy. and so is the way he reaches down a hand to stroke his fingers through pagan's hair, warm and affectionate. ] It's not true what they say, you know?

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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? ]

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[ 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.

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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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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 --

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]