[ Oh, but it's wonderful. Pagan fancies he can taste it when Ajay comes, everything that makes him want to bury his face there magnified, but even without that the sound of him and the sharp pull of his fingers in Pagan's hair is bliss. Pagan works him through it until he feels that glorious tension in Ajay's body relax, and only then does he lift his face. ]
Ajay, my boy, you are glorious. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. The way I need you.
[ His hands are already going to his belt, unfastening it. A gentleman would perhaps give Ajay a moment to bask in the afterglow, but Ajay said he wanted him in rut and succeeded masterfully at getting him there. ]
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Ajay, my boy, you are glorious. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. The way I need you.
[ His hands are already going to his belt, unfastening it. A gentleman would perhaps give Ajay a moment to bask in the afterglow, but Ajay said he wanted him in rut and succeeded masterfully at getting him there. ]