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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[vaaris]

[ palace sex dungeon. ajay is already opening his mouth, alarm starting to show on his features --

but. okay, that definitely counts as a relief. he's never exactly thought of himself as boring, but sex dungeons? that... might be two or three steps over the line, especially if pagan still has de pleur skulking about somewhere. ]

Weird. [ skating his fingertips playfully over pagan's side. ] Could've sworn you said something about tying me up. Figured you'd have a special room to do it in.

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[ PAGAN MIN, DO NOT GET A BONER WITH A LOVELY FAMILY PHOTO ALBUM OPEN ON THE BED IN FRONT OF YOU. It's a close thing - there's just something about that touch and the lightly teasing tone of Ajay's voice, even if a tease is all it is. Pagan rallies spectacularly, and affects his most wounded expression. ]

And here I thought this room would seem pretty special to someone who's been sleeping in safehouses. I will take note and redecorate accordingly.

[vaaris]

Don't.

[ pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the side of pagan's throat, smiling against the skin there. ]

I like this room. Put your bondage room somewhere else.

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[ Oh, this... this is a losing battle, isn't it? Ajay kisses Pagan's throat, and Pagan hums warmly with it, lifting a hand to stroke at Ajay's hair. ]

Bondage room to go elsewhere. Noted.

[ Pagan would, he suspects, be horrible at bondage. He likes his comforts. It would have to be very fancy rope. ]

A good choice, since this room is all the better for its most recent addition.

[vaaris]

[ he mms a low sound of appreciation at the feeling of pagan's hand in his hair, leaning up into that touch like a cat trying to encourage further pets. ]

Could still make a few improvements. Turn the next tiger who tries to eat my face off into a rug, put it right in front of the fireplace.

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I most certainly will not. A tiger that tries to kill you does not deserve seeing you naked as its eternal fate.

[ But the way Ajay presses up into his hand is lovely, so Pagan does as (silently) asked and keeps it up, finger-combing through Ajay's hair and rubbing at his scalp. It's wonderful to be like this, close and warm, feeling the heat of something build and knowing it's safe not to act on it right away. That they have time. ]

[vaaris]

[ he laughs again at that, a warm and lazy sound. ]

C'mon, think about it. [ his voice drops lower, almost a purr. ] You don't wanna fuck me on it? The heat from the fire, all that soft fur against your skin...

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Jesus Christ.

[ 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. ]

[vaaris]

[ there's a laugh already forming, but pagan's mouth is on his before it can escape. it's intoxicating to be wanted like this -- he arches up as pagan moves to press closer to him, reaching up a hand to curl his fingers at the nape of the older man's neck. immediately, willingly, melting into him, mouth parting to encourage pagan to deepen the kiss. ]

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[ Gorgeous boy. Obviously it's what he was angling for, with a comment like that, but it's still so wonderful to feel him react like that, warm and wanting. It's like magic. Pagan slips his tongue against Ajay's, hums, with pleasure - and has a moment's thought, pulls back only far enough to speak. ]

I just want to assure you that I can get another round of breakfast up here no trouble if this one gets cold.

[vaaris]

[ he makes a little sound of protest as pagan pulls back from the kiss, eyes heavy-lidded and dark. but the mention of breakfast makes him blink, sliding a look over to the (forgotten) tray, and then... a slow grin curls around the edges of his mouth, eyes warm with teasing. ]

I don't know. Seems like a shame to let good food go to waste, huh?

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[ The bedroom is not a place for scheming. And it's probably unnecessary, because Ajay has that light in his eyes that indicated he's teasing, and will proceed anyway.

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.

[vaaris]

[ ... okay, well. at most, he was expecting pagan to offer to feed him some of the fruit from that bowl so ajay could make a show of sucking the juice off his fingers, but that? he blinks for a moment, almost bewildered, and then bites down on the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh. ]

Did you just bribe me with charity?

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And I'll do it again if it works.

[ 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.

[vaaris]

[ well, he's giving himself points for the syrup. a little off the mark in guessing pagan would go for the fruit, but this feels like it still counts! and for what it's worth, he's more than happy to play up his part -- taking pagan's finger into his mouth, nice and slow, and letting his eyes flutter half-shut as he sucks it clean.

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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[ Well, if the way Ajay sucked the syrup from Pagan's finger didn't already have his boner well and truly established, the way he speaks would. There's something exhilarating about Ajay realizing the power he has over Pagan, demonstrating a willingness to use it. It's intoxicating, and he can't even find the words to keep up with the banter. ]

I would. I'd do anything, if you asked.

[vaaris]

[ okay, ajay does plan on getting that truck. but he also plans on getting laid, and since he's already here... ]

Tell me you want me. [ voice low, almost a murmur against pagan's mouth. ] I wanna hear it.

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Is that all? I want you.

[ 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.

[vaaris]

[ it's like the pouring of warm honey over his skin. just the sound of pagan saying i want you is enough to make ajay shudder, but when it's paired with that kiss? the heat is almost like a living thing at the pit of his stomach, and he can't resist dragging pagan back down to him for another kiss. ]

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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Yes.

[ 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.

[vaaris]

[ he shifts a little, reaching to grab pagan's hand by the wrist so that he can tug it downwards. spreads his legs and then guides the other man's hands between them until pagan's fingers are teasing at his entrance. ]

I want you. I want you to fuck me so good I'll feel it for days.

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God.

[ 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.

[vaaris]

[ he sighs out a little sound at the feeling of pagan's fingers stroking there, spreading his legs a little wider and letting his hips arch up as an encouragement for more. ]

You've already got me.

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Beautiful boy.

[ 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.

[vaaris]

[ the combination of pagan's fingers pressing into him, that moan -- it's enough to draw a little noise out of ajay, too. he has one hand clutching at pagan's shoulder like he needs the hold to steady him, head falling back against the pillows and body relaxing into the other man's touches. ]

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.