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never been a better time than this

[ Pagan Min has mellowed considerably since Ajay has become a more solid fixture in his life. There was a time when he thought the damage done by his past was irreparable, and perhaps that’s still true, but it’s far easier now to remind himself of the good things he has and focus on that. He doesn’t go off the deep end without good reason.

This, he thinks, is a very good reason.

Ajay still spends a lot of time out and about with the villagers, and to a lesser degree the Golden Path. Their relationship isn’t a secret from anyone in the palace, but it seemed... prudent, not to make it public knowledge, and Ajay can’t be disabused of the notion that literally everyone in Kyrat needs his help. So he’ll spend evenings in the palace – sometimes days at a stretch, when Pagan is very lucky – and then head back out to cookfires and safehouses and people who are apparently too worn-down by the Golden Path’s stories of how terrible everything is to hunt their own food. So it’s something of a surprise when Ajay shows up very early one morning looking... tired, more than anything else, tells Pagan I’m gonna stay here for while, if that’s okay and heads off to take such a long shower Pagan feels the need to call out to him and check he hasn’t passed out in there. But it’s a pleasant surprise, to have Ajay close for more than a couple of days, so he doesn’t overthink it.

He does start thinking when he wakes in the middle of the night and slides a hand down the taut plane of Ajay’s stomach only to have the boy jolt awake, giving a half-shouted stop!. He draws his hand back immediately, of course, and blinks as Ajay’s eyes focus on him and he lowers a fist it seems he didn’t even think he was making, mumbles shit, sorry and wraps his arms around Pagan, lowering them back to the mattress in a sleepy tangle of limbs. In the morning Ajay kisses him awake and curls into him like nothing ever happened, but the memory of it sticks. And then by afternoon word gets back to him from one of the people he’s placed in the Golden Path – not spies, heavens no, just helpful eyes and ears – that someone had seen Ajay leaving one of the safehouses in the middle of the night in the kind of hurry that usually means the outpost is being retaken, not a soldier to be seen, but with Sabal shouting at him out of the doorway.

What was he saying, Pagan asks, already forming an idea, and when the answer comes - whoring only for the king doesn’t make you any less of a whore - well, something has to be done, obviously. Which is why dear Sabal now finds himself bound and gagged in one of the lower rooms of the palace, where Paul used to the occasional spot of dirty work when called for, while Pagan decide what to do with him. In hindsight, that’s a mistake, because Pagan catches Ajay in the room right next door looking through a box of documents for god-knows-what, and now it’s up to Pagan to distract him.

Which... oh. Now that he thinks about it, could be a very fitting punishment all of its own. ]

Look at you, [ he says, his voice giving ample warning before he moves up behind Ajay to curl arms about his waist and bury a kiss behind his ear. ] You’re very attractive when you’re doing all your intelligence gathering. Like a sexy spy.

[ The fact that he may have a devious little plot in mind makes it no less true. ]

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Evidently.

[ And yes, Pagan is most certainly grinning and gesturing to his own damn self as he says it. But he's not smug enough or cruel enough to ignore the way Ajay presses into that touch - he squeezes again, firmer now, before deciding to hell with it and just moving to unfasten Ajay's jeans so he can draw him out and touch him properly. ]

Hips up, there's a good lad. Don't want to risk any mishaps with your zipper.

[ And once he's done, Ajay's jeans shoved down, dick freed from his underwear - oh, that's much better. He's hard and hot in Pagan's hand, his skin velvet-soft as Pagan gives him an appreciative stroke. He's probably going to have to admit sooner or later that maybe - just maybe - he wasn't always as straight as he assumed, because it's unlikely that someone could go from zero to thinking a hard cock, of all things, is gorgeous. But it is. ]

Pagan --

[ but he doesn't even have to finish the thought.

before he can get out much more than the other man's name, pagan already has his jeans open and is tugging them briskly down his hips almost faster than ajay can blink. for a man that prefers to spend the majority of his time barking orders to other people, never let it be said that pagan min won't throw himself into a task with gusto when it's something that aligns with his interests. (and ajay is both flattered and occasionally alarmed to find that he's crested the top of that particular list.)

and then pagan has a hand around him, skin against skin, and the little noise it gets out of ajay is absolutely sinful. ajay still can't quite get over the effect that pagan has on him; sometimes all the man has to do is talk to get ajay's body responding like he's a horny teenager. at first, he'd tried to blame it on the thrill and the risk of doing something that's most definitely taboo, and then he'd thought maybe it was just because he was touch-starved and desperate for someone to be kind to him -- but now? he doesn't know what the fuck it is, other than some natural sort of chemistry that he's helpless to fight, and... the why doesn't matter nearly as much when the what is something this good.

it seems more than a little rude not to show his appreciation, which he does by reaching out to hook his fingers in the waistband of the other man's slacks and drag him close all over again for a kiss. hot and greedy, the type that ends up with his teeth caught on pagan's lower lip. ]

[ That sound Ajay makes, god. If he's entirely honest - which he rarely is - Pagan would have to confess that his drug use has taken a very sharp decline since Ajay turned up to the palace of his own accord the first time, and there's no real mystery in why. Ajay is now the solution to all the little issues Pagan had been trying to fix - wanting to feel something, needing to feel less, boredom. It's... unhealthy, to lay all of that on one man twenty-odd years his junior, but just as irresistible.

The kiss is just as magical. Hot and heated and with just that hint of a bite that seems to put an electrical charge through the both of them, and he moans into it. Breaks the kiss only to press another to the side of Ajay's neck, harsh enough to raise a mark to match the one Ajay gave him before he brushes his lips against Ajay's ear. ]

Just listen to you. How could I ever get enough of this? The sounds you make, the way you feel. No, there'll never be quite enough of you to slake my thirst, my boy. I will always crave more.

[ ajay can feel the way pagan marks him with that kiss pressed to the side of his throat, and it sparks an answering flare of fire at the pit of his belly. it's a filthy thing -- but he loves every instance of pagan being possessive of him, from the little bruises he leaves on ajay's skin to the way he says my ajay.

and god, there might be a time when pagan saying that sort of thing would embarrass him, but right now? he's already so worked up that it just makes him shudder as another flush of heat thrills down his spine, making a low sound of frustration as he tries to work his hips up into pagan's hand and encourage the other man to stroke him properly. ]

Pagan -- [ it's stupid that his fingers are clever enough to pluck the pins from grenades still hanging on an enemy's belt, but they fumble and fail him now when he's trying to get pagan's belt off. he's so amped up already that it's almost ridiculous; fingers trembling like an addict desperate for a fix. ] I want --

Anything.

[ Really, it's charming. Pagan's lost outposts to Ajay where the failure of any alarms or radio contact indicate that nobody knew what was going on until it was done, and he's heard about that trick with the grenades from soldiers clever enough to hightail it, but now his hands are shaky? What a treat for an egomaniac's soul. So he kisses Ajay once more, gently shifts his hands to skin beneath his shirt, and takes care of his own belt and fastenings, shoving the whole affair down enough to free himself. ]

Anything, Ajay. Whatever you desire.

[ anything, pagan tells him, and there's something more than a little intoxicating in just how much ajay knows he means it. any ridiculous request, any outlandish desire, and ajay is pretty sure pagan would delight in having it done for him.

but right now? there's only one thing on his mind.

and he doesn't hesitate once pagan gets his clothing out of the way; he reaches to get a hand around the other man's cock, shifting himself forward until he's able to press their hips together and get his hand around them both. and then he buries his face in the other man's shoulder to stifle the way he groans at that friction, rutting his hips forward almost helplessly just to have more of the feeling of pagan's cock sliding against his own. ]

You.

[ There's a thrill in hearing that answer, no matter just how much he already knew what it was going to be. Pagan is a king, obscenely wealthy, can offer Ajay just about anything his heart desires - and Ajay wants Pagan. Oh, but he's positively drunk on it, sighs when Ajay gets a hand around his aching cock and hears it turn into a strangled sort of moan when he clutches them together. Ajay's strong hand is almost cool against the wanting heat of his dick, and the contrast of being pressed between the softer flesh of Ajay's hand and the insistent heat of his dick is bliss. ]

You have me, dear boy. I am hopelessly and irrevocably yours.

[ He can't help tugging Ajay's face up for another kiss, hot and hungry as he wraps his own hand around Ajay's like closing a circuit and fucks up into the warm grip of heir hands. He hums just for the feel of it, wonderfully good -

but not quite enough. The fire in him is raging now, won't stop until it burns out. ]

I don't suppose you have lube in one of those hundreds of pockets?

[ he sighs into that kiss at the feeling of both their hands together, thrilling at the way pagan rocks forward against him. it's good -- not because pagan wanting him is ever much of a secret, but because ajay likes being reminded anyway. over and over and over again, until the fact of it is as true as the blue of the sky or the chill of the snow.

but --

... that makes him pause, drawing back from that kiss with a Look. ]

You're the one who came in here and called me a sexy spy.

[ As a general rule, Pagan Min doesn't ever really look sheepish. There may be a trace of it now in the way he smiles, one eye scrunching shut as he wrinkles his nose. ]

I didn't know you were down here. I refuse tobe held accountable for being unprepared when you insist on being so attractive I can't keep a level head.

[ True. ]

I barely even remember what I was looking for.

[ Also true. He's not exaggerating how hot he finds Ajay, and presses up into their hands one more time, to illustrate. ]

[ listen,

he is not letting pagan off the hook for putting in all this work to get him hot and bothered when he knew he couldn't actually do anything about it! they have an awesome (and well-stocked) bedroom, but nooo, let's fuck on the table darling it'll be exciting darling oh goodness i forgot the lube darling. ]

Sometimes you make the heterosexual thing believable. [ and he damn well deserves the little nip he gets to the side of his neck. ]

[ Pagan hisses at that nip, the flare of pain doing absolutely nothing to solve his predicament - in fact, the little flare of arousal it sends through him makes him squirm, though he still manages a laugh at heterosexual. ]

My boy, I think that ship has sailed, wrecked, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean by now.

[ And yes, he uses the hand he has wrapped around Ajay's to give them both a squeeze, because even this little scolding isn't diminishing his want. It rather adds to it. ]

... I'll call Gary. He won't mind.

No.

[ it's a quick and immediate thing, and color manages to flood his cheeks despite the fact that he's sitting on this very fancy table with his dick out. ] I don't want Gary to know --

[ a pause. that ship, pagan is probably itching to tell him, might as well be the fucking titanic. gary has managed to survive as pagan's right-hand man for who knows how long, which probably means he has excel spreadsheets devoted to their sex habits. fuck.

so now he's abandoning the hold he has on pagan's dick to start rooting through his pockets, digging out the random shit that keeps getting stuffed in there in the hopes he'll find something that can pass as lube. letter from a serial killer? check. weird vintage porn? check. little statue of a tiger? check. a fucking bible? check. ]

[ The noise that Pagan Makes when Ajay releases his dick is definitely not a whine. Kings do not whine. He does, however, watch the items that are coming out of Ajay's pockets with a confusion that morphs into interest as the digging continues. He picks up the tape and glaces at the label, then grins. ]

Oh, I know this one. We should watch it. There's a fellow in it who looks just like you if you put on a couple of pounds and grew a dirty 80s mustache.

Pagan.

[ with a tone that borders faintly on desperation, whether because of that or because a little packet he was holding out hope for turns out to be a torn-open condom wrapper instead. ]

I'm trying to keep my dick in the game, here.

Sorry, sorry!

[ Said in a tone that CLEARLY communicates he is not sorry at all. But he can help with the dick (hopefully) and takes it back in hand, stroking as gently as if he's petting a fractious cat but for the occasional little swipe over the head. Lovely, even when he's being huffed at. ]

We could - for fuck's sake, throw that away - I know it's not quite the same, but we could trade blowjobs here so we're not wandering through the palace with hard-ons and head back to the bedroom? Not that I care, but I know how shy you get.

[ it's not that he's ever going to complain about a blowjob, but. it's like getting a craving for your favorite thing on the menu of your favorite restaurant; sure, the rest of the food is great, but you're bound to be disappointed when the waitress has to break the news that the thing you wanted most is eighty-sixed. (and dammit, if this isn't proof that pagan has him ridiculously spoiled --)

and that's when his frantic digging finally turns up gold. a handful of those travel-sized foil packets of lube, miraculously unopened and miraculously not branded with some ingredient that's likely to make someone's dick fall off. ]

Oh, thank fuck. [ which is all the preamble pagan gets before the lube gets shoved into his hand and ajay drags him in for another one of those greedy kisses, already getting a hand back around the other man's dick. ]

You? Are a genius.

[ And he'd have a lot more praise to deliver about Ajay's virtues, if it didn't get swallowed up in that wonderful kiss. He kisses back, just as hungrily, savoring the slide of Ajay's tongue against his, the burr of his teeth in his hunger. He loves it, every moment of it, and can't help pushing into Ajay's hand one more time before he regretfully pulls out of his grip to tear the little pack open. ]

Now. I believe you said something along the lines of "bent over the desk"?

[ ... did he say that?

because it's entirely one thing to say it in a pique of sexy inspiration, and quite another to actually... bend over the desk. and that's why ajay freezes on the spot, color creeping up into his face and prompting him to break eye contact for a suddenly fascinating spot on the wallpaper. ]

I, uh --

[ It's terrible, but the way Ajay flushes is absolutely charming. Pagan can't resist leaning in to plant a kiss on one of those pinkening cheeks, but it's always been important to him that Ajay is happy and comfortable, and now that's more true than ever. ]

A thought to keep me warm on those lonely nights when you're out and about, perhaps. I like to be able to see this face while I have it nearby.

... unless you'd like to do me?

[ listen, doing pagan is never going to stop being one hell of an attractive offer. but! he talked a big game, and he isn't the type of person to back away from a challenge. and besides, pagan is always so concerned about what ajay wants -- there's something about being able to pay back that desire that's appealing, even if the idea of actually bending himself over the table like the star of that weirdo porno makes his skin prickle with embarrassment.

c'mon, ajay. you fought in the arena with your dick out, and this gives you stage fright? ]

Just -- [ it's still shy, but the way he dips in for another kiss is almost coaxing. ] Tell me? That you want it.

I like to hear -- [ trailing off shyly again. ]

[ Oh.

Suddenly he feels an absolute beast for making Ajay say it so plainly instead of figuring out what was needed, but... there is a part of him that finds that desperately hot. The idea that Ajay wants to hear it, likes to hear Pagan tell him how much he wants him, how he wants him. The combination of Ajay's shyness and his want to be told - oh, but that's delicious indeed. So Pagan returns that kiss, lingering, just as needy as his earlier efforts but slow, before he runs his thumb up the inside of one of Ajay's hard thighs. ]

I would like to have you bent over the desk. A wonderful view of that toned back and your oh-so-famous shoulders, and of course the main event. Rewarding as it is to watch your ass even when it's covered by your jeans, I am very tempted by the prospect of being able to see myself buried in it.

I want you, Ajay. I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you.

Fuck.

[ it's a helpless thing, because that? that was better than he'd even imagined, and leave it to pagan to take an assignment and attack it with his customary zeal. just the sound of it is enough to make his whole body flush with heat, and he can feel his cock give a little twitch of interest between his legs. there's also no helping the way he hauls pagan closer for another kiss, too needy to not find an outlet for all of that desire simmering hotly in his veins.

but.

an effort like that definitely deserves a reward.

which is why ajay nudges pagan back a step or two, taking a moment to breathe before he slides off the desk. and then turns to lean back over it again, bracing his weight on his forearms and then flicking a look back over his shoulder. ] ... like this?

[ he really didn't mean for it to sound like such a come-on, but it's hard to imagine pagan complaining. especially when he spreads his stance a little wider and presses his hips back for better effect -- still embarrassing, but god. the intensity with which pagan wants him is something intoxicating, and he can't help but want to egg on the reaction. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ It's breathless, which to Pagan's ear sounds a little silly, but that the fuck is he supposed to do? The first man ever to make his dick really pay attention listening to what he wants and jumping to it like it's an order, and looking even better than Pagan imagined he would? He can't be expected to keep his cool in the face of that!

What he can do is show his appreciation, and he runs a hand down the aforementioned back with reverence, savoring the feel of it under his touch before he pulls his hand back to spill lube onto his fingers. ]

Just like that, darling. God, you're beautiful.

[ And the next touch is slick, the lube warmed between his fingers as he circles it gently over Ajay's entrance. ]

[ it might sound silly to pagan, but to ajay? it sounds incredible. he can't get used to being wanted like this -- like the man who has everything thinks ajay is genuinely the most desirable treasure in the world, and god. ajay doesn't know if it's the praise or if it's that finger that pagan teases over his entrance is what makes him moan, but... does it matter? his response would be the same either way, and that's the way he rolls his hips back into pagan's touch with a low noise of need. ]

And you're -- [ a little stumble, because he's still not nearly out of his head enough to stop being shy from being an obstacle, but he presses on. ] -- the only one who gets to see.

Lucky me.

[ It might sound sarcastic he he didn't absolutely purr it, circling with a little more pressure, leaning down to press a kiss between Ajay's shoulderblades as he slips that first slick finger slowly inside. And god, no matter how many times they do this he can't ever imagine a time when the heat inside of Ajay stops being a wonderful shock, the promising tightness of him startlingly good. He hums at the feel of it, sliding slow. ]

I don't deserve you. But I am so, so very happy to have you.

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