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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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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I know.

[ 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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[ pagan curls his fingers just so, strokes that spot inside him, and ajay can't help the moan that comes spilling up and out of him. his hips rock down against pagan's hand, a little shiver of stimulation running up his spine.

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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My beautiful Ajay. The only man who's ever had me this way. The only man who'll have me this way.

[ 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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[ ajay whines a sound into the kiss as pagan repeats the action, his whole body lighting up with the electricity of that touch. it's ridiculous -- he thought some of the way he reacts to pagan might've worn off after they got that initial romp out of the way, but no. pagan kisses him, touches him, purrs my ajay at him, and it's like taking a hit off of something strong enough to make him dizzy. ]

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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So do I. I need you.

[ 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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[ pagan presses into him in one smooth slide, and the sound ajay makes in response gets muffled as pagan leans in to claim his mouth with another kiss. it's good, almost as if what they did last night has made him that much more sensitive today -- and fuck, it already feels so right to have pagan in him that it's a little terrifying. but he doesn't let himself think about it, doesn't leave room for anything that's not how good it feels to be tangled up like this.

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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Ajay. You gorgeous thing, this world doesn't deserve you. This isn't quite what you asked for, is it? Never settle for anything less than exactly what you want.

[ 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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[ frankly, ajay is giving himself points for even halfway processing what pagan is saying to him. and he's not totally sure if he's up for life lessons with a dick in his ass -- but before he can share that thought, pagan moves. draws himself so far back that ajay gets time to whine out a little sound of protest when he thinks the other man is going to pull out, and then --

his head snaps back as pagan drives into him hard, spine arching and mouth opening around a sharp cry. and then pagan does it again, merciless, and ajay curses something dangerously close to nonsense and clutches at him. his blunt nails are doubtless digging little pressure points into the skin of pagan's shoulders, one of his legs coming up around pagan's hips just to let him drive in even deeper. ]

Oh, fuck. Fuck, that's so good -- Pagan, please --

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Oh, yes.

[ This is dangerous. Ajay feels like heaven around him, the best kind of bliss, better than any drug, and yet it's his reaction that Pagan likes the most. The way he arches, the sound he makes, his nails digging in so that Pagan's sure they'll leave a mark - it's perfect. He wants more. He wants it forever. The way Ajay moves to let him get that much deeper forces a sound out of him that's almost a growl and Pagan rewards it by repeating the motion, burying his face against Ajay's neck to nip there as he thrusts into him, letting mindless pleasure of it take him. Take them both, by the sound of it. ]

You're so good. You're perfect, just perfect for me.

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[ is this what people mean when they talk about chemistry? this overwhelming feeling of being perfect together, as seamless as two puzzle pieces clicking together at last.

pagan nips at the side of his throat, and all it does is remind ajay of the mark he's already left there. but he likes it, likes the thought of it -- and when pagan's next thrust has his nails raking down the older man's back, it feels like another way to leave a claim on him. ]

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[ If Pagan thought he liked the feel of Ajay's nails on his skin before, this is something else entirely. It burns, like it should - like the rest of this does, hot and consuming and wonderful. It spurs him on, and he shifts until he can get his knees under him, hoists Ajay's other leg up, so that he has the leverage to go just as hard and fast and deep and everything in in screams at him to do. It feels right - so good, the pleasure of it singing through him, made all the better by the absolute confidence that it's what Ajay wants - that Pagan can give him what he needs. ]

Ajay - my Ajay -

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[ as far as he can remember, ajay's never been loud in bed. then again, he's never been fucked quite like this by anyone else -- like pagan knows just what to give him, just what he needs, and is determined to see him come to pieces underneath him. there isn't room in his head for worrying about what anyone might think if they overhear, for any self-consciousness about the sounds pagan drags out of him; there's only this pleasure, sharp and gold and all-consuming.

and when pagan drags his hips up higher, angles him so that every thrust drives home against that spot that makes ajay feel like a starburst fracturing from the inside out, the sound that is torn out of him is nearly a howl. ]

Pagan. [ it's nearly a sob. ] Yours, I'm yours, I wanna be --

[ then he's arching up like a drawn bow as pagan snaps his hips hard into him again, the rest of the thought melting away into a senseless mess of yes yes yes and please and pagan. ]

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Mine.

[ Low and possessive, and he's helpless to keep from saying it because it feels so good - the heat of Ajay around him, the pressure of him, the way Ajay's body clutches at him and the sound of Ajay's voice crying his name, sweeter than a symphony. He drives himself home again, hard, once, twice, and then it's just a chant of his name - Ajay, Ajay, Ajay - as Pagan buries himself deep as he can for that final glorious moment, the pleasure pouring through him. And he stays there, pressed tight until the very last throb of it, until he feels he could almost melt into Ajay entirely.

He does the next closest thing he can manage, shifting until he can lay on top of Ajay and tip his face for a kiss. Something slow and lazy and satisfied before he flops against the younger man and presses a kiss against the mark of his teeth from before, and allows himself a warm little laugh. ]

Breakfast of champions.

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[ kyrat has been full of firsts. and now? ajay gets to count having someone get him off with one word as one of them, because pagan purrs mine at him and it's absolutely game over. he's coming before he's scarcely even aware the peak is there, the muscles in his torso straining as his spine arches and his voice breaking around the sound of pagan's name.

and there's something just as gratifying about how quick pagan is to follow him over the edge -- the way he drives himself deep into ajay and holds there like he really does want to leave the evidence of his claim spilled deep inside him, the way ajay can feel the way he throbs inside. and somehow? even after all of that, the best thing is still the way pagan melts into him afterwards, the way his mouth seeks out ajay's for a kiss that's slow and sweet and warm.

fuck. he's really in trouble, here. ]

Why do I get the feeling you'd rather have that for every meal? [ with a lazy laugh, running his fingertips drowsily up the line of pagan's spine. ]