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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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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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.

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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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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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[ more, he wants to say. say my name, keep telling me i'm good, don't stop.

but pagan leans down and kisses him, cuts off the words before they can even begin, and maybe that's for the best. he's already being reduced to enough of a mess without adding begging to it, and at least the kiss is something he can pour himself into, all that heat and desire and need.

it's just -- it's not quite enough.

and he acts on the impulse almost as soon as it seizes him; uses his body weight and the leg he has around pagan's body for leverage enough to flip them, until pagan's the one with his back against the mattress and ajay's on top. honestly, if he had the functioning braincells left, he'd probably be proud of himself for pulling that off without dislodging pagan from inside of him or letting go of the other man's hand, but. instead, he just gets right to riding him with barely even a hitch in their rhythm, head thrown back and mouth open as he pants. ]

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Oh, fuck!

[ Pagan laughs, delighted with this turn of events, but it doesn't last long - all the breath he needs for it stolen by feel of it. It's deeper like this, every inch of him buried inside that tight heat, and the sight of Ajay above him -

it's the first time he's actually inclined to believe all that twaddle about the Tarun Matara being a goddess on earth, because Ajay looks like a demigod. All that golden skin bared for him, glowing with a light sheen of sweat, all those lean, taut muscles moving fluidly as he chases his pleasure, the arch of his throat. What can Pagan do but worship him? ]

Ajay, Ajay. Beautiful. Perfect, you feel so - so perfect -

[ Too perfect. It's not going to be long now, not with Ajay looking the way he does, moving the way he is, and Pagan has just enough presence of mind to try and get a hand around Ajay's cock before he closes his eyes and prays for a few more precious seconds in which to get Ajay off before what he can already tell is going to be the kind of orgasm that wipes him out for the night, longstanding relationship with insomnia or no. ]

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[ he shudders at that praise, at the sound of his name, an answering moan spilling up and out of him. he can tell just from the trembling tautness of the body beneath his that pagan must be close, and the thought drives him on, speeds his pace --

but he catches pagan's hand at the wrist when the other man tries to move it to his dick, flashing him a wild little grin in lieu of any proper explanation. in truth? he doesn't need it, not with pagan this good inside him, driving up into all the spots that need it most, and the peak is always a little harder to touch but so much more worth it when he can get there like this.

almost, almost there --

and then his next downward roll of his hips matches up just right with the way pagan ruts up into him, and his orgasm hits him in a bright burst of pleasure. his spine snaps back into an arch, every muscle tight and trembling, and the way he cries out pagan's name is going to leave little doubt in anyone's mind how they've spent the evening. ]

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[ Pagan is confused whan Ajay grabs his wrist, confused enough to open his eyes and catch that feral little grin. And that alone would be dangerous in how it makes Ajay look - like he is a god, one whose domain is pleasure and knows just how well he rules it - except that it's only a few more moments and wild, helpless thrusts of his hips to meet Ajay's body over him, and Ajay's coming. And Pagan feels it before he sees the obvious evidence, in the way Ajay's body clenches and pulses around him, dragging him helplessly under that wave of pleasure right along with him. He makes a sound that starts out as Ajay's name but gets lost in a helpless garble of need as the feeling rolls through him, over and over, wringing him out until he barely has the energy to reach shaky hands upward and pull Ajay down to him. Because he needs that - needs the closeness, needs the feeling of Ajay against him, warm and real and perfect. ]

Ajay. My god.

[ Is he exclaiming, or vowing dedication? Both. Even he knows it's both. ]

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[ he's already sinking down onto pagan when the older man reaches up to pull him close, and he hums out a warm, drowsy little laugh in response to the sound of his name wrapped up in so much reverence. for a moment, he thinks that he should roll off, but... fuck it. he drapes himself over pagan like a human blanket instead, tucks his forehead up against pagan's temple, and lets every cord of muscle in his body go loose and lazy. let pagan shove him off if he's too heavy. ]

Try building me a temple, and I'll blow it up. [ but the smile is evident in his voice, warm and easy. ]

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A temple. Now there's an idea.

[ Oh, he loves that. That it's done and there's still warmth in Ajay's voice, still room for laughter. And yes, he's heavy, but in a good way. It's comforting and warm. He can feel Ajay's heart thudding in his chest, and he's grateful that Ajay hasn't rolled off him because the feeling of still being tucked inside him is a comfort, too. ]

Would you still blow it up if I never tell anyone what inspired it? Religion can be such a comfort to the masses. They don't need to know they're worshiping your ability to fuck a man's brains out.

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[ he huffs a little laugh at that, because it's impossible not to imagine sabal and his ilk in a place like that. the looks on their faces when they found out what the temple was actually supposed to represent -- maybe it makes him a dick, given that sabal's never been anything but nice to him, but it is funny. ]

You'd sneak something dirty in there. [ he only really knows pagan via the occasional rambling radio call and this one whirlwind of an evening, but somehow he still feels absolutely confident in the assertion. ] A mural or something. Hieroglyphics porn.

[ and, huh. look at that, they're still holding hands. if it was toeing the line of too much before, it's probably several yards over it by now -- but ajay just sweeps his thumb absently over pagan's skin instead of moving to tug away. ]

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You underestimate me. A scale replica of your dick, surely. Cast in gold. If only the masses deserved to see it! Unfortunately for my burgeoning career in religious iconography design, they do not.

[ It's definitely too soon to announce that he'd quite like to be the one seeing Ajay's dick for the rest of his life, so he keeps that little nugget to himself, just smiling at the thought of it and the slow brush of Ajay's thumb over his hand. It's lovely to be like this, still entwined, and he turns his face until he can brush a little kiss over Ajay's skin. ]

I don't want to rush you into any decisions, but the kitchens really do turn out excellent breakfasts. Even if I usually take mine at noon.

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Historians would find it a thousand years from now and figure it was the world's most expensive dildo. [ another snort, which is rude as hell when someone is turning their face to kiss you, but he can't help it. ] My dick would be stuck in a museum forever.

[ but.

oh.

the invitation makes him freeze in surprise, but only for a minute. and then, softly: ] ... it's okay if I stay?

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[ That's a little heartbreaking, really. Terrifying, at first, given the way Ajay briefly freezes up, but then that question, so quiet and vulnerable. It's no secret that the bloody Golden Path have been hammering home that Ajay is welcome so long as he's serving a purpose, but Pagan hates that apparently he'd assumed this was no different. He strokes fingers through Ajay's hair, gentle, and his voice is quiet when he answers. ]

I'm very much hoping you will.

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[ stupid, how the invitation wedges a lump in his throat. but it's been so long since he's been welcome without any reservations, since someone threw open the doors for him and wanted to welcome him home. and maybe pagan isn't saying all of that, but there's a warmth in his voice -- ]

... Yeah. I'd like that.

[ bundling a little closer into their shared bubble of body heat, reaching out to trace the sweep of one of pagan's collarbones with his fingers. ] And it's okay if I'm... here?

[ in pagan's bed, he means. not bundled off to some guest room, like a regret, a mistake. ]