[ it's like something shifts, and everything fucking intensifies.
like his pleasure isn't just his own, it's pagan's, too -- and he doesn't even know how he knows that, but his brain is way too shot for the question. ajay's never come like this before; all but untouched, nothing but pagan's mouth on his throat and his hand stroking gently over his skin, but fuck. there's also no doubt in his mind that he's abso-fucking-lutely about to, and maybe he'd be embarrassed about that if all of his brain cells weren't shorting out and overheating.
he whines, low and senseless, nearly a plea in the face of this much wonderfully overwhelming sensation. human beings weren't fucking meant for this, but there's also a part of him firmly rooted in the trust that pagan won't let it be too much. won't less this consume him, burn him up, will lovingly piece him back together after he makes ajay come to pieces in his arms. it's a weird sort of faith, born of no proof but gut instinct, and somehow all the more solid for it.
but there's also really no time or space to marvel at that. because another little fruitless rock of his hips, a desperate arch -- and he's coming, hard enough to see stars behind his squeezed-shut lids, voice breaking around another sound that tries to shape itself into pagan's name. ]
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like his pleasure isn't just his own, it's pagan's, too -- and he doesn't even know how he knows that, but his brain is way too shot for the question. ajay's never come like this before; all but untouched, nothing but pagan's mouth on his throat and his hand stroking gently over his skin, but fuck. there's also no doubt in his mind that he's abso-fucking-lutely about to, and maybe he'd be embarrassed about that if all of his brain cells weren't shorting out and overheating.
he whines, low and senseless, nearly a plea in the face of this much wonderfully overwhelming sensation. human beings weren't fucking meant for this, but there's also a part of him firmly rooted in the trust that pagan won't let it be too much. won't less this consume him, burn him up, will lovingly piece him back together after he makes ajay come to pieces in his arms. it's a weird sort of faith, born of no proof but gut instinct, and somehow all the more solid for it.
but there's also really no time or space to marvel at that. because another little fruitless rock of his hips, a desperate arch -- and he's coming, hard enough to see stars behind his squeezed-shut lids, voice breaking around another sound that tries to shape itself into pagan's name. ]