there's a fierce sort of conviction in pagan's voice that makes something in ajay's chest catch and swell. it almost aches to be adored like this, as if he's some fierce and beautiful thing, and he's torn between the urge to shy away from it and this hopeless craving for more.
in the end, he settles for throwing an arm over pagan and pulling him back down to the mattress, tangling their legs together and tucking up close all over again. ] Maybe I'll get one someday. A tattoo.
[ and then his voice drops down into something shy, fingers skating lightly up the line of pagan's throat. ] And only we'd know why.
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listen, it was just a silly hypothetical, but --
there's a fierce sort of conviction in pagan's voice that makes something in ajay's chest catch and swell. it almost aches to be adored like this, as if he's some fierce and beautiful thing, and he's torn between the urge to shy away from it and this hopeless craving for more.
in the end, he settles for throwing an arm over pagan and pulling him back down to the mattress, tangling their legs together and tucking up close all over again. ] Maybe I'll get one someday. A tattoo.
[ and then his voice drops down into something shy, fingers skating lightly up the line of pagan's throat. ] And only we'd know why.
[ because he's pagan's tiger. ]