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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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. ]

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That's a brilliant idea. I'd try it, only I have to make sure we keep you fed so you don't lose all this lovely muscle tone.

[ Admittedly requesting pancakes, bacon and pop tarts for his breakfast doesn't seem like the move someone would make if they were overly concerned with keeping Ajay in shape, but hey! He's young! And Pagan is hoping to give him ample opportunity to burn it all off! And what he shouldn't let himself think about but is anyway is that he's doomed, because he already knows this is no longer about the fact that he looked at Ajay and liked what he saw. It's about this - the easy way they can joke with one another already, the way their bodies seem to come together so perfectly already, like they've had years of practice at learning how to please one another. About the fact that Pagan is so comfortable here, draped against Ajay, and that Ajay seems just as happy with the arrangement.

Oh, he is fucked. ]

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[ he breathes out a little laugh, letting his hand drift high enough for his fingertips to tease over the buzzed-short hair at the back of the older man's skull. ]

Guess you better give me plenty of reasons to work up an appetite, then. My health is in your hands.

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[ Oh, that's a lovely feeling. Pagan tips his head back into the touch with a little hum, just enjoying it for a moment like a cat being scritched. And it's a few enjoyable moments before he develops any sort of sense that he's being perhaps a little indulgent about it. So he makes it up to Ajay the best way he can think of - a warm kiss, and then (regretfully) rolling off him in order to snag one of those little packets of pop tarts and hand it to Ajay. ]

To keep up your strength.

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[ he's embarrassed about the little sound of loss he makes as pagan rolls off of him and away, but he's quick enough to cover it with a little huff of laughter as pagan offers him the cellophane packet. ]

My hero.

[ but... then, almost a little shyly, he holds out an arm in a clear invitation of come back. he still wants his cuddles. ]

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[ And his cuddles he shall have! It's lovely to be invited back in that way, and Pagan curls close and throws an arm over Ajay, stroking over his (really rather remarkable) torso. ]

I'm glad you're here, Ajay.

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[ snuggling back up against him again almost instantly, throwing a leg over pagan's and letting his cheek find pagan's shoulder for a pillow. ]

Still feels a little weird to be saying this, but... nowhere else I'd rather be. Really.