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Pagan Min was a cruel man. Ajay knew this from the start. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that even in bed, the King of Kyrat was as cruel as ever.
The constant change of pace and rhythm drove him mad… And not in a good way, well not entirely. Ajay was at the mercy of the men. The tyrant, which, enjoyed toying with the boy in that way.
Ajay's dick was already dripping with anticipation, his whole body was flushed and hot, and he could feel sweat dripping down his body everywhere. His breathing was erratic, and he wondered if he would faint if this cruel game would go on any longer.
The wet sound of Pagan pushing in and out of him. Strong hard thrust, changing into slow, gentle ones every time Ajay would get too close to orgasm, made him want to beg for the men to let him come already. But he didn't.
Call it stubborn, but he needed to save the rest of his dignity. At least whatever was left of it. Pagan, on the other hand, looked ultimately delighted at his attempt.
Ajay yelped at a particularly hard thrust that shook his body up further on the bed. His head, making light contact with the headrest of it, while Pagan's lips sprawled out into an amused smile. Then a second time and third time, by the fourth time, Ajay had to put up his arms above himself to prevent the impact with the wood.
He did not need a headache added to his situation. Honestly, what was it that made him get into bed with Pagan? What did he see in the older man? Sometimes Ajay wondered what was wrong with him, especially in such ridiculous situations like this one.
Daddy issues, some would say. Or maybe some fucked up mommy issues. But wasn't that what Kyrat did to you? fuck you up? Being thrown into a civil war, he had nothing to do with? But no, he had to be the one that had to fix it all because his mother wanted her ashes to be with Lakshmana. Because his father was the one to start it all? Because his, and this was the fucked up part, his maybe stepdad wanted him to be part of it all.
A harsh sting on his collarbone brought Ajay back to his current dilemma between his legs. Pagan lifted his head with a grin.
"Stay focused, my dear boy. We wouldn't want to end things sooner than they had to, don't we?"
He asked in a honey-dripping way, leaning down again to kiss Ajay's lips as his thrust slowed down again, but this time nearly to a stop while he let his tongue explore the younger men's mouth.
Ajay only grunted at that, weakly trying to push his hips up and down to the thrust. But his angle and Pagans weight on his abdomen made it impossible to work out the way Ajay needed it. He could feel the need for release growing in his stomach as much as his irritation.
That was why he snapped when the vibration of Pagan’s chuckles hit his lips. His legs went up around Pagan’s hips, pushing him deeper into Ajay, while his arms wrapped around the man's neck, caging him into Ajay's embrace.
"Pagan."
He growled against the other’s lips,
"If you're not willing to make me come right now, I will throw you off and get someone else to do the job."
"My my my, dear boy, what manners we have. Don't you know I am willing to give you anything you want?"
Pagan says, amused, while Ajay huffed in annoyance, it wouldn't be that easy Ajay thought.
"You just need to ask nicely, my darling."
And there it was, Pagan wanted Ajay to beg, the confirmation that the boy was ultimately at his mercy.
Both of them knew even if Ajay threw Him off himself, in his current state of Arousal Ajay, wouldn't be able to get off the bed. And jerking himself off at the moment would be, strangely, not satisfying enough.
Ajay contemplated his options a moment. This had already gone on for half an hour, if not longer before he ultimately had to accept defeat in this little game. He let his legs slide down again as he relaxed his shoulders and loosened his arms around Pagan’s neck. His fingers caressed the back of the men’s head as he leaned forward, pressing feather-light kisses on the edge of Pagan’s mouth and jar. Working his way up to the King's ear,
"Please, I need to come. I need you to make me spill all over myself, my King."
Ajay whispered in that demanding but sweet tone that will persuade Pagan every time he uses it.
Pagan’s eyes shone in delight immediately as a smile spread out on his lips that Ajay could only describe as being fond. And it made his stomach do that dangerous flip again that he shouldn't feel for his supposed enemy.
"See, it wasn't that hard, my boy."
Pagan replied and ducked down again to kiss Ajay, slower and deeper than before.
In the end, it only took a few deliberately hard and fast thrust from Pagan to bring them both over the edge of their lust. Gasps and moans were filling the room as they were overflowing with bliss.
They needed a moment to catch their breaths before Pagan pulled out painfully slowly, delight by the little whine Ajay let out. The sharp eyes of Kyrats King scanning over the mess that Ajay felt he present under him, with a pleased smirk on his lips, Pagan rolled off of him.
"Remind me to never do that again."
Ajay pants next to Pagan while trying to calm his breath again.
Pagan chuckles while turning to face Ajay,
"You know what they say, my dear boy, don't get into a King's bed if you can't take it."
He sings songs amused, and Ajay just rolled his eyes, before also rolling on his side to look Pagan right in the eye.
"They also say, go fuck yourself."
He replied and was met with the King's outburst of unfiltered joyful laughter. Before he grabbed Ajay’s face, to plant a few kisses on his lips, between the chuckles.
"You know, my boy, I would. But you, unfortunately, killed my body double. Poor Eric."
Ajay groaned in annoyance at the image of two Pagan Min in the same bed. Pagan’s grin at the other hand widened at the thought,
"You could have fucked me while being fucked by me."
Kyrats King suddenly said, and Ajay could feel his face heating up not a second later.
Despite his will, the picture of a lust ridden Pagan Min under himself, face flushed and eyeliner smudged while Ajay was buried deep into the men with the combination of the weight of Pagan on his back pushing into him while kissing his neck, came rushing into his mind before he could dismiss it.
"Think about it darling, in bed with two of me, the experience that it would be"
Pagan whispered amusedly against his lips before kissing the young man deep. Letting his tongue explore Ajay's mouth as if it was the first time, hands roaming all over Ajay's body. Ajay whined into it, overwhelmed by his thoughts and still too sensitive from the earlier stimulating.
He embarrassingly felt his dick harden again as Pagan pressed their body's together.
"Oh, so eager for a second round?"
Pagan grinned, and if Ajay's face wasn't coloured red from embarrassment before, it was now.
"Shut up."
He groaned as he weakly grabbed one of the pillows to pull it over his head, smacking it into Pagans face. Who only let out more laughter at that.
"That is a weak attempt on my life, my boy."
The King said, teasingly, while rolling himself onto Ajay, who automatically spread his legs to make room for the other men. Then the King's tongue was back in Ajay's mouth again, while the men's hands found his chest, thumbing the already hardened nipples, tearing an obscene moan from the younger men's lips.
Yes, Pagan Min was a cruel man. In all the worst and good ways