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The evenings in Kyrat were so beautiful. Fiery, iridescent sunlight dulled to a more comforting, warm hue that hung low in the sky. Obnoxious fauna that spent their days terrorizing anyone that tried to traverse through the woods finally got sleepy and returned to whatever dark cavern they crawled out of. The myriad of unknown insects that left itchy, anxiety inducing bites went back into hiding. It was such a nice time to relax, to appreciate the natural beauty of Kyrat without danger, to just enjoy being alive.Well… it would be, were it not for the gunshots that echoed through the sky and the dangerously cold weather. Thankfully, you had the perfect remedy for both ailments - Ajay Ghale. Quiet, pretty. Warm in the night, when the frostbite threatened to eat away at your skin. You had met him when you were hiding away in Banapur to seek refuge from the royal guards you had angered. As it turns out, they didn't appreciate foreigners trying to steal their green tea stores. What bullshit. It wasn't like they were going to drink it! They received the packages from the Kyra Tea Company and just… sat on it, waiting until they found a merchant to sell it to for an exorbitant price.Fucking scalpers.You loved green tea, and with the war getting worse everyday, more and more shops found it difficult to resupply… especially when those greedy assholes were price gouging. So, you had taken it upon yourself to get what you wanted, waiting until there was a gap in the patrols to sneak in and fill your backpack with the boxes of tea. It has worked wonderfully… until it didn't. You couldn't believe those jerks had been angry enough to shoot at you. Thankfully, you weren't too far from Banapur, and were able to flee and hide in one of the safehouses. As pissed off as those soldiers may have been, they didn't want a fight with the Golden Path - not when they were so outnumbered, anyway. Once you were in warmth and safety, you decided to enjoy the fruits of your labor and drink some of the tea you'd risked getting your head blown off for. Just as the water had started to boil, he walked in. The sound of the door slamming open mixed with the visage of a blood covered man made you let out a startled little scream and jump to your feet, reaching for your bow you had carelessly tossed onto the bed. Just how you were going to manage to shoot him with an arrow before he closed the laughably short distance between you, you had no idea. But you were frightened and exhausted and really didn't want to be the one person to get trailed and murdered by one of Pagan's men in fucking Banapur of all places. You were so anxious, you could barely make out his stammered explanations and assurances that he wasn't going to hurt you over the sound of your beating heart.Once the fear had faded, you felt extremely silly. Just as silly as he thought you were when you told him why you were so nervous. His mockery of you risking your life over tea didn't stop him from drinking it when you offered. That night, you befriended Ajay, and after a couple of hours of hanging out and talking over tea, you were practically begging him to let you tag along on his little adventures. He had been very apprehensive of the idea, initially outright denying you, telling you that a girl like you would only get killed out there. But after telling him of your skills with a bow, machinery, and most importantly, making tea, he finally gave in and let you join him. You were trying to seem cooler than you were, so you told him that you were simply bored and wanted something exciting to do. The truth was that you were lonely and aching for a friend. His smile, his little jokes, his cute American accent… within a couple of hours, you had grown fond of his company and didn't want to part ways. And so, you stayed together in that safehouse - you in the bed, Ajay on the floor. You had fought with him and insisted that you take the floor instead, but he had decided to give you the bed and he wasn't budging. That was one thing you would grow to cherish about Ajay; his stubbornness.The next two months were so much better than the last eight you had spent in Kyrat. Getting into exhilarating gunfights with King Min’s soldiers, desecrating propaganda posters, finding the creepy masks left behind by a serial killer. Everyday was so exciting now with him. He was so brave and reckless and caused more than a few panic attacks, but when the fight was over, he always returned to you with a smile and a new bloody wound for you to patch up. You loved sharing your stolen green orthodox tea with him in the evenings, making a meal out of whatever animal he had hunted that day. He was a quiet man, but he wasn't shy like you. He was confident, determined, and so, so brave. The quiet moments you shared with him were so peaceful and comforting that they were almost your favorite.Almost, but not quite.No, your favorite moments with him were after the sun went down. Nighttime was brutal in Kyrat. Pitch black and icy cold like Princess Elsa had thrown a massive temper tantrum all over the place. The first few nights spent outside, you had felt like you were going to die. Ajay had built a fire and the warmth of the flames did provide some relief, but it just wasn't enough. You were trembling violently, curled up in the fetal position and letting out an occasional whimper. It was so fucking cold that it hurt. It felt like the frost had eaten through your skin and sunk into your bones. You were trying to be quiet, to not disturb Ajay, but it wasn't long before you heard him stirring beside you. A brief moment of rustling, followed by an equally brief moment of silence, like he had rolled over and looked at you.You wanted to apologize and assure him that you were fine, but the words were frozen in your throat.“Hey… hey…,” he murmured softly, anxiety audible in his voice as he scooted over closer to you. Then you felt him - warm arms wrapping around you, pulling you into him until your back was pressed to his chest. The relief could have made you cry, but your tears probably would have frozen your eyelids shut. One moment you were freezing to death and the next you were being cradled in his arms, feeling as though life was slowly turning to your quivering body. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and in your cold-induced haze you whimpered at the feeling. Were you not borderline hypothermic, you would've been blushing and kicking your feet at how intimate this was. His arms around you, his lips so close to your neck that you could almost feel them……before you could continue that train of thought and really start to suffer, Kyra decided to have mercy on you and you fell asleep.In the morning, neither one of you acknowledged what had happened the night before. He didn't seem phased by it at all, happily chatting away over tea and going over the plans for that day like usual. Unlike him, you were a mess. You stuttered, couldn't meet his eyes without blushing, and almost spilled your tea because of how shaky your hands were. If he noticed it, he likely assumed that you were simply out of it due to how rough the night had been. Or he was just oblivious to how flustered you were. Either way, you were thankful.When you were on the brink of falling asleep that might, you felt Ajay’s arms wrap around you again. It wasn't quite as cold as it had been the previous night, but it was enough to make you shiver and he noticed. You were coaxed to sleep by the rhythmic sound of his breathing and your pounding heart, choosing to ignore the heat that pooled in your belly.Neither of you ever acknowledged how he held you during the night, and neither one of you stopped it. He never let go of you, and you never pulled away from him. It just became part of your routine. During the days, everything felt so much… easier. Getting roped into brawls between the Golden Path and Royal Army, getting attacked by clouded leopards or worse, honey badgers, and having to spend hours trekking through the snow felt so much easier knowing that when it was all over, you would get to spend the night in his arms, basking in his body heat and listening to the rhythm of his breathing. No longer did you fear the cold or any predators that stalked you in the dark. You weren't afraid of anything anymore, not when Ajay was there to protect you.Okay, so you had fallen madly in love with him.How could you not? He was so pretty, so gentle and kind to you, but so fierce and brave when he needed to be. Did he feel the same way about you? Did he think you were pretty, sweet and brave? Or was he simply endeared to you and your foolish, borderline suicidal green tea obsession? Regardless of the answer, you cherished every moment you spent with him. Rough, exhausting days of traveling and fighting the good fight followed by warm, intimate nights wrapped up in him with only the sounds of his breathing, your heart, and the crackling of the fire. Not every moment spent with him was so blissful, though. Crush or no, it wouldn't take long before the two of you started squabbling like everyone does when they're stuck with one person for long periods of time.The first argument began when you wanted to forgo his plan to scout out an army outpost and instead hit a supply shipment of tea that was traveling south. It was accompanied by armed guards courtesy of the Kyra Tea Company and would be a lot more trouble to rob than most people would be willing to go through for a few dozen tea bags.You weren't most people.“No way, we're not doing that shit,” Ajay said, shaking his head. He didn't bother to look up at you, instead focusing on the bharal hides that he was cleaning and stripping the remaining bloodied chunks of flesh from.“What? Why not?”“Because, we'll lose more money in ammo than we'll make by selling the tea. It's a waste.”“We're not gonna sell it! We're gonna drink it!”“No we're not, because we're not risking our lives for tea. You'll survive without it for a few days.”You let out an exasperated groan, clearly unhappy with his answer. As much as you loved Ajay, he clearly didn't understand how great tea was and how absolutely necessary it was to your mornings together.“Ugh, stop being the 80s to my disco, Ajay! It'll be easy, I’ve done it before!”“No,” he responded simply, his voice much deeper and much more stern now. He was getting irritated, and wasn't going to entertain this conversation for much longer. When he put his mind to something, it was final. His stubbornness was a trait of his that you admired, but it frustrated you when you wanted to do something that he didn't. With an annoyed huff, you got up from the ground, dusted yourself off, and stomped away to have a cigarette and pout where he couldn't see you. When he returned later that evening, he brought a chicken that he'd hunted for dinner, along with a box of green orthodox tea that he refused to elaborate on when you asked about it and acted annoyed by it… though you swore you saw him smile when you hugged him.The second argument happened a couple of weeks later. After a long day of transporting supplies for the Golden Path and orchestrating the takedown of a Royal Army outpost in mideastern Kyrat, you were exhausted. But that wasn't the main reason you were on edge. The temperature was getting warmer - still very chilly, but warmer - and you knew that Ajay wouldn't have to cradle you anymore now that you dying from the cold wasn't a threat anymore. That was really what wound you up, made you anxious, had you on edge. You didn't want him to stop. Every morning, you pretended to be asleep just so he would keep holding you. Fuck, you didn't want him to stop. But it wasn't like you could ask! You hadn't even mentioned it… you had been too scared to, too worried that saying it out loud would make him come to his senses and not want to do it anymore. The thought of sleeping alone had put you in a bad moment since that morning, when he got up to start preparing the water for tea. He seemed to have picked up on your anxiety and overall bad mood, because he went out of his way to prepare your tea for you, make you breakfast and give you a comforting pat on the shoulder. His care for you only made you feel worse, because you fucking loved him and didn't have the courage to say or do anything about it. When you locked eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat. His deep, groggy voice in the morning made heat pool in your belly. Every caress of his hands on your arms, whether he was holding you at night or pulling you out of the way of danger just made you fall deeper and deeper in love with him until you were so needy for him that you felt like you were drowning in your own lust. Fuck, you needed him so bad. So, so bad. Your nights together were all you had to keep you satiated, keep you sane, keep the frustration from becoming unbearable……without them, you had no way to cope.Once the day's work was done and you were cooking the last of the chicken the two of you had been eating off of, you couldn't even try to relax and enjoy the time to rest. Knowing that you might be left to sleep by yourself tonight, and you were too shy to even mention how he had been holding you…Your pity party was cut short when Ajay returned, bleeding profusely from a deep wound on his leg. Immediately, your heart began beating rapidly and you shot up from your seat on the ground, rushing to your bag to fish out your medical supplies. “What happened to you?!” You asked, unable to hide your distress as you forced him to sit down. He grunted in pain, hands trembling as he pulled up his pant leg to reveal a dangerously deep bite wound. “Fuckin’ leopard got me,” he said, groaning in pain as you cleaned the wound. Seeing him hurt upset you, made you even more anxious, and made you even bitchier than you had been from the moment you woke up this morning.“A leopard? Are you kidding me?” You snapped, your hands much more gentle than your tone. “I… I told you to be careful so many times! Their skins aren't worth getting killed!” Ajay looked surprised by your outburst, and he rolled his eyes. He fucking rolled his eyes, like you were being ridiculous. It was as infuriating as it was sexy.“I'm fine! I kill them before they get anywhere near my face.”“It doesn't matter! You could get rabies!”He said your name. You ignored it.“Or cat scratch fever!”He said your name again.“Or blastomycosis!”He said your name again, much more firmly this time. And this time, you got mad.“I told you to be careful! I didn't want you to get hurt…”He said your name again, his tone gentle and soft… just like it was the very first night he held you. Finally, you quit your rambling and looked up at him. The two of you locked eyes for an agonizingly long moment, and you felt your pulse speed up in response. God, his eyes were beautiful. Dark, warm, comforting… they made you melt where you kneeled, your muscles losing all of their strength. Then he smiled at you, and you were sure that you were going to die. His hand came up to gently pet your head, rubbing his fingertips into your scalp.“I'm fine. I promise,” he said, and all you could do was give a slow, dumb nod and try not to whine when he pulled his hand away. After you cleaned and bandaged his wound, the two of you ate dinner together. You tried to focus on your food, but the silence was getting to you. Now, you were used to quiet moments with him - you loved every single one - but this was different. You could feel his eyes on you and it made you flustered. More than once, you came dangerously close to choking. Something was different in a way that made you fucking ache. His gaze lingered on you and held yours when you glanced up at him. His voice was softer and more soothing than it usually was… which was saying a lot. When he took your bowl from you to wash and purposefully brushed his hand against yours, you almost had to excuse yourself to the bathroom just to relieve yourself from the agonizing ache he was making you endure. Despite your earlier dread, you were eager to go to sleep tonight just so you could escape this unbearable frustration. There wasn't a damn thing in the world you wanted more than to kiss him, touch him, wrap your legs around his waist - but you couldn't take the risk of fucking up their friendship by coming onto him if he didn't want you. You just couldn't.When the sun went down, you took your usual spot on top of the blanket you’d spread out on the ground to give yourself something a little softer than the dirt to lay on. Ajay was busy making the fire, his back to you. The exhaustion of the day was really starting to get to you now, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy.Then you felt his arms wrap around you, and your drowsiness disappeared. You were used to feeling his arms around your ribcage, but now? Now, he had snaked them around your waist, and his hands squeezed your hips as he pulled you into him. A startled gasp followed by a shaky sigh of relief escaped you as you let yourself be enveloped by his warmth. His warm breath in your neck, his lips so close to the sensitive skin. Fuck, he’d never held you like this, had he? Just like that first night, you were trembling in his arms. But this time, it wasn't from the cold - it was from the heat. The heat of his body, of his breath, of the arousal that made you ache so terribly. His arms tightened around you and you whimpered, immediately blushing from embarrassment and hoping that he would attribute it to the cold.His lips were so soft and warm when he pressed against your cheek in a slow, languid kiss. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Such a simple, sweet gesture made you more desperate than you've ever been in your fucking life. You couldn't pretend to be asleep. You couldn't let that kiss go unspoken like every night he had held you.You just couldn't.It felt like you couldn't breathe as you slowly rolled over, so apprehensively, as though you were scared he would let you go if you moved too much. After what felt like an eternity of moving in slow motion, finally, fucking finally, you were looking up at that beautiful face you'd been dreaming of for months. Ajay looked down at you with heavily lidded eyes, an incredible expression you couldn't describe, a beauty you couldn't put into words. God, he was so pretty. And you were so broken, staring up at him, begging him in silence to swallow you up in his warmth and never let you go. He inched his face closer and you couldn't stop yourself. You surged upwards and kissed him hard, and he kissed you harder, so hard that your head was pressed back down into the blanket-covered ground. There was no nervousness, no anxiety about whether or not you were doing it right. No, all that existed there was pure lust and love and desperation. His tongue teased your lips and you parted them immediately, letting out a soft, broken moan into his mouth when his tongue met yours. It was sloppy and rough and wonderful, your saliva mixing together and leaking from the corner of your mouth. His hands squeezed your hips before traveling up your sides, dangerously close to your chest. When he broke the kiss to breathe and look into your eyes, you couldn't stare up at him in flustered silence like you usually did. You needed more of him, you ached for him, and so you moved upwards again and kissed the corner of his lips, his chin, anyplace you possibly could. He sighed and leaned down, smothering your face with wet kisses of his own. You were so intoxicated by his affection that you couldn't even bother to be embarrassed of the soft, faint moan you let out when his lips found your neck. Kissing, licking, sucking on the sensitive skin.“...please… please…,” you whispered, praying to him like he was a deity pinning you beneath him. What you were begging for, even you didn't know. You needed him to kiss you, bite you, fuck you, anything. As long as he touched you, you would be happy. He groaned into your ear, moving upwards to suck your earlobe into his mouth. Fuck, you were aching so badly, and your shyness was going to prolong your suffering. Thankfully, your desperation outweighed your anxiety and you finally had the guts to say what you had been thinking for months. Albeit in a pathetically quiet whisper. “...please fuck me, please, Ajay…,” you pleaded, and the groan he let out almost broke you beyond repair. He kissed your cheek again before moving back to your lips and kissing you so deeply that you felt lightheaded. When he broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected your lips and you swore his pupils dilated when he saw it. He was almost panting now, his warm breath fanning your face like it had been on your neck for the last two agonizing months.“Fuck, baby…”The petname made your face flush.“Not here… not out here… we'll find an inn tomorrow, and I'll make you mine there…”Promising to give you what you need made you melt underneath him, but the denial of the relief you needed now was devastating. You whined and he shushed you, kissing you again. There was no way you could wait, not when he had finally kissed you. Speaking of…“...then kiss me again, please… please kiss me,” you murmured, and he obliged so quickly that he nearly interrupted you. As he explored your mouth with his tongue, his arms snaked around you again, holding you so close to him that he reminded you of a boa constrictor.The two of you slowly drifted off to sleep, giving each other drowsy kisses and basking in the warmth of each other. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was more than you could have ever imagined.~ᥫ᭡~Workwise, the next day wasn't any easier than the last. And yet, it was so much better… despite being absolutely torturous. You were a flustered mess all day, struggling to hold eye contact with Ajay, let alone speak to him. The memory of last night was burned into your mind and you just couldn't stop thinking about it. When you were hunting bharals for skins to sell, all you could think about was how he had looked at you. When you were doing recon on an opium poppy farm, all you could think about was how it felt to kiss him. You were a fucking mess. Ajay seemed to be in the same boat or at the very least, he noticed the state you were in. He was more talkative that day, more gentle and patient with you than he normally was, and so much more attentive. Lingering glances, pauses in his speech to give you the time you needed to get your thoughts in good enough order to respond.And the touching. The damn touching.A gentle caressing of your hand when he gave you something, a press of a palm to your lower back when he moved around you, a random pat on the shoulder or pet on the head. He had never been this touchy with you - in fact, he tended to avoid physical contact unless it was necessary - but that day, he couldn't seem to take his hands off of you. And you love it, even though the frustration it caused was nothing short of agony. When the morning's work had been completed and the two of you sat together for your usual noon tea break, you thought it might be the perfect way to let off some steam and unwind enough to keep yourself together until the two of you reached the village of Tirtha. That is, until you gave Ajay the cup of green tea you’d made for him. He cupped his hands over yours, letting them linger for a moment too long before he accepted the cup with a hum of gratitude. You felt your face burn and you could have sworn you saw a faint smirk on his face. If he was trying to fluster you on purpose, it worked. You sat down beside him, hoping the shaking of your hands wasn't visible as you lifted your own tea to your lips. Whether he was trying to fluster you even more or he simply felt remorse for messing with you, he reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder. He rubbed his fingertips into the muscle, slowly working his way across your upper back until he reached your neck. His touch was so soft, so warm, so addictive, and you could only sit there in agnozied silence and hope he didn't take your lack of response the wrong way and stop. Thankfully, he seemed to have learned enough about you by now to know that that wasn't what you wanted at all. He massaged the back of your neck as the two of you drank your tea in silence, with nothing but the song of the wind to fill the void.When the tea ran out and you took Ajay's mug, he softly thanked you and flashed you that pretty smile you loved so much. You were a nervous wreck as the two of you packed up your things to continue moving, and your nerves only got worked up into an even bigger frenzy when Ajay broke the silence. “It’s getting dark. It'll be cold soon, so we should get to Tirtha before the temperature drops.” Those words made your heart skip a beat - his words from the night before still burned into your mind. When you got to the village, you'd get an inn to spend the night in, and then…Just thinking about it made you tremble.The chilly walk there felt like it lasted forever. Neither one of you spoke much - that wasn't unusual, since Ajay was always a more quiet man, and you were rather shy. But this silence was more tense than peaceful. Anxiety about doing the wrong thing, saying something stupid or tripping over your own feet, or…“Hey,” Ajay said, looking over his shoulder at you. You looked up at him, feeling your face heat up. “You okay?” Oh shit, you had been zoning out, hadn't you? Your words were stuck in your throat, so all you could do was nod dumbly and hope you didn't look as nervous as you felt. He gave you a soft smile, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. The warmth of his palm would've been comforting if it didn't make heat pool in your belly. Soon, the two of you had finally reached Tirtha and found the inn that was used a safe house for Golden Path soldiers. Once you were inside, you immediately began lighting the candles. You hated the dark, and you loved candles, so it was a no-brainer. The soft little flames flickering to life gave you a moment to try to calm your nerves, soothe yourself so you didn't completely lose your senses and jump on Ajay, who was kicking off his boots and making himself at home.Once the room was illuminated in a comforting dim glow, you sat down on the edge of the bed and took off your own shoes. It was such a relief to have a bed after sleeping outside for so long, but it did little to slow the rapid pounding of your heart. After setting his bag on the floor next to the dresser, Ajay approached you. The way you nervously gulped as you watched him was almost cartoonish, and much to your chagrin, it seemed like he noticed your nervousness. He sunk down to his knees on the floor in front of you, taking his hands in yours. God, his hands were so warm, you wanted them all over you. And those eyes, fuck those eyes, the candlelight reflected off of them so prettily. Ajay gave you a soft smile, massaging the tops of your hands with his thumbs. He said your name softly, rewarding you with a squeeze to your hands when you didn't nervously glance away like you usually did. “Hey… don't be nervous. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay? I'm gonna make us some food.”Did he think you didn't want to sleep with him? He couldn't possibly be more wrong and you desperately wanted to affirm that you wanted him so badly that you felt like you would die if he didn't take you soon, but all you could offer up was an incredibly awkward nod. Your voice sounded shaky, small and pitiful when you spoke, still holding onto his hands and not yet willing to let go of them. “I… I, um… I can help,” you stammered, almost cringing at how anxious you sounded. Ajay shook his head, giving your hands another squeeze before he rose to his feet. “I got it, you've been cooking for us for like what, the last two weeks? Let me cook for you this time.” Okay, now that had you blushing so fiercely that you couldn't hide it. He smiled at this, before leaning down and pressing a warm kiss to your temple. He was going to be the death of you.While he cooked, you tried to break the ice and carry a conversation like a normal person. He was so sweet and patient with you, talking gently and not laughing in your face about how awkward and embarrassed you were. The food was incredible, far better than your own cooking - not that you would have admit that, no matter how in love with him you were. He sat beside you, so closely that you could feel his warmth, and it was intoxicating. He was intoxicating, and you didn't know how much longer you could endure this before you truly lost your mind. Since he had been sweet and made dinner for you, you ignored his protests and cleaned up. It gave you a moment to breathe and turn your back to him, but you only got a moment of reprieve before you could feel his eyes on you. Your hands trembled as you washed the dishes, the sound of glass clinking together almost making you wince.Breathe, you told yourself. Just breathe.Just like the nights you had spent together, you felt Ajay's arms snake around you. The sudden touch nearly made you jump out of your skin and he chuckled at this, but was noticeably gentle as he pulled you into his chest. Fuck, you were so wet. Your heart was pounding in your chest and breathing felt more like drowning. Drowning in his warmth, his affection, him. “You okay?” He murmured into your hair before pressing a kiss to your head. It was a good thing that he was holding you up, otherwise your knees would have given out. Digging your nails into your palms in a vain attempt to sober yourself, you gave a pitiful little nod. Thankfully, he didn't seem to expect you to speak, and didn't plan on trying to make you. Instead, he continued on, asking a question that took what little shred of sanity you had left and fucking atomized it.“You still want me to fuck you?”Kyra have mercy on you, you were going to die. Whether you drowned on your own lust or your heart exploded, there was no way you could survive this. The bowl you were cleaning fell onto the pile with an unpleasant and worrying bang (shit, you hoped that wasn't a crack you just heard), and you nodded again, your entire body trembling in his hold. As soon as you gave your answer, he lowered his head into the crook of your neck, claiming the sensitive flesh as his own. He adorned you with kisses, loving his way up to your ear. His hands were so warm as they moved up under your shirt, caressing your stomach and sides, making you squirm against him. “Come to bed, baby,” he whispered softly, his lips moving against your ear. His voice lowered and his hold around you tightened even more, like he was trying to swallow you up in him. “I'm gonna fuck you so good… I'm gonna show you how much I love you.”That was it. The death knell, the straw that broke the camel’s back, the last hit to your sanity that you could possibly take. Despite his crushing grip on you, you managed to wiggle yourself enough to turn around. Well, okay… he might have helped you out by loosening his arms for you. Just a little bit, though. The moment you could see him, you kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into you. In between kisses, you mumbled soft, pitiful pleas, begging him just like you had last night. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands moved down your body, squeezing your thighs before grabbing ahold of them and lifting you up off of the ground. It seemed so easy for him to carry you, as though you were light as a feather, and it only worsened the throbbing in between your thighs. The journey to the bed was a short one, but it felt agonizingly, torturously slow, and you could have wept from relief when he laid you down on it. He broke the kiss, sheepishly smiling down at you as he readjusted the pillow under your head. You were far too enamored with him to notice that it was out of place, but the caring gesture still made you blush. Once he decided that you were all nice and cozy, he found your neck again, sinking his teeth into you as though it was instinctual, like he was a leopard claiming his prey. You let out a little sound, squirming beneath him, and he shushed you again before lapping at the small wound he'd created. His hands felt so warm and comforting as they slid up your shirt, caressing your stomach before palming your chest. That made you moan and you couldn't help but arch your back, desperate for more of him. He seemed to like that sound because he rushed to pull your shirt up over your head, nearly ripping the thin fabric in the process. Your breasts were… small, so you didn't bother to wear a bra. He let out a sigh when he found that out, and you blushed darkly in embarrassment - it had always been an insecurity of yours and no matter how aroused you were, it was still embarrassing to have him see that part of you.Not that he seemed to mind. No, he didn't seem torn up about it at all as he leaned his head down and latched onto one of your sensitive nipples. You shuddered and panted as he lavished attention on your tender breasts, licking, kissing, sucking, leaving saliva and blossoming bruises in his wake. Your fingers ran through his dark, soft hair and you muffled your moans against his scalp. He couldn't seem to decide which one he liked the taste of more, sucking on one nipple until it was sore before moving to the other to do the same. Your hips bucked uselessly against his, your cunt weeping for attention by this point. Being as sweet as he was, he moved his hands downward, squeezing your hips before undoing your belt. He was gentle as he pulled your pants down your thighs, kissing his way up from your breasts and up your neck until he was by your ear again. “Can I eat you out?” He murmured, letting out a groan when you eagerly nodded. He found your lips again, giving you one last wet kiss before moving down. He kissed your stomach, moving from your belly button down your abdomen as he slid your panties down your legs, rising up to look at you as he pulled your panties off of your ankle. “Fuck, you're so wet… you must have been aching…,” he said, his words lowering to a sporadic murmur in between kisses to your inner thigh. “If I'd known you needed me this bad, I would've eaten you out that night in Banapur…” That made you blush and you covered your face with your hands, feeling yourself somehow become even more wet. You felt so exposed and vulnerable, your desire laid out bare before him like this. And you could feel his warm breath on you… shit. A wet kiss could be felt on your clit and you gasped, involuntarily squirming from the sensation. “Don’t hide,” Ajay purred, kissing your clit again before continuing. “I want to see my pretty girl.” Your hands trembled as you moved them away from your face, and he greeted you with a smile before finally, fucking finally, putting his mouth on you. His tongue felt like velvet as it rubbed against your clit, and the noise that escaped you was humiliating. Not that you could dwell on it for long, because the sexy chuckle he let out in response sent vibrations through your pussy that made you keen. You could hardly breathe as he ate you out, licking and sucking on your tender flesh. His mouth was so warm, so wet, so soft, and you were in fucking heaven. Oh, how pretty he looked down there with his head in between your thighs. You wanted to enjoy the view, but you couldn't keep your eyes from fluttering shut. You didn't know how to handle the wet glide of his tongue, how it sparked all of your nerves to life, and so it wasn't much of a surprise that all it took were a few languid sucks to your clit to have you cumming into his mouth. He moaned at the taste and didn't let up for a second, riding you through your orgasm. When you came out on the other side of your ecstasy, you thought he would stop. Give you a moment to breathe, at least.But he didn't.“Ajay…,” you whined, gently tugging on his hair when he kept licking your oversensitive clit. Your voice was pitiful, shaky and light, but he didn't seem to mind. That doesn't mean he listened to you though, because soon he was sucking on your clit again and making you whimper.“...Ajay… p-please-”“Shhh…”His shushing quieted you down and you let yourself sink into the mattress. Fuck, you could feel your wetness seeping out of you, not making it to the bedsheets below before his tongue caught it. He ate you up like a dying man on the brink of starvation, his fingertips pressing bruises into your soft thighs. It was too good, he was too good, and it didn't take long before your thighs started quivering again. The noises you made were pathetic and you would have been horrified were you capable of forming a coherent thought. Pressing your heels into the mattress, you used the leverage to press up into him, humping your pussy up into his mouth. He moaned in approval, caressing your thigh.“...oh… o-oh my god… A-Ajay, fuck, your mouth is so warm… I… I'm gonna…”Your words melted into moans and he hummed against you, licking and kissing and sucking on your clit until you were cumming again. You were a moaning, whimpering, leaking mess and you were falling apart, but he was there to hold you through it and put you back together. Once you were done cumming all over him, you were a boneless, panting mess, struggling to catch your breath while he greedily licked you clean. “You were so good for me, baby,” he whispered, kissing his way up your stomach. Your eyes were glossy and out of focus when you opened them, your face flushed and lips parted. For a moment, he stared at you, eyes heavily lidded with lust. He looked enamored, like he was falling in love. It would be a moment before you regained your composure enough to speak, but he didn't seem to mind. He kissed your neck, your face, ending with a peck to your swollen lips. “Do you want more?” He asked, his hand coming up to massage your scalp and absentmindedly pet your hair while he patiently waited for your answer. You nodded, finding the gesture to be much easier than speaking in that moment. He smiled, pressing another warm kiss to your cheek before he began pulling the zipper of his hoodie down. As overstimulated and overwhelmed you were after cumming twice for him, you were desperate for more. You didn't want to stop, not until you couldn't take it anymore.Layer by layer, his clothes were discarded onto the floor. Fuck, he was so pretty. It wasn't like this was the first time you had seen him without his shirt, but this time, in this intimate setting you’d been dreaming of for months… it made your mouth water and you couldn't look away. The way you were drinking him in didn't go unnoticed, and Ajay blushed uncharacteristically shyly, letting out a little huff as he looked down at the belt buckle he was struggling to unclasp. Once he was bare before you, he took his spot between your thighs. Your hazy, out of focus eyes greedily took in the sight of him, slowly moving from his face down to his cock. Now, it wasn't exactly a surprise that he was hard, but actually seeing it made your heart flutter in your chest. Knowing that he was aroused for you, needy and flushed just like you were, made you melt into the bed. He panted as he held out his hand for you. “Spit for me, sweetheart.” You did as you were told, gathering up the excess saliva in your mouth before letting it fall into his palm. “Good girl.” Trying to ignore the way that praise made you clench around nothing, you watched as he wrapped his wet hand around his cock, coating himself in your saliva. It wasn't like you needed it - you were fucking dripping - but the caring gesture made you ache. Once he was all nice and wet, he pressed his cock against you, teasing your clit with the head. “I'll be gentle, okay? If it hurts, or you need me to slow down, let me know, okay?” You nodded, loving how sweet and considerate he was but growing more and more desperate with each second he spent teasing you. “Please,” you whispered, unable to hide the whine in your voice, and he smiled, shushed you again, and dragged his cock down to your entrance. The head rubbed against you, teasing you for a terribly wrong moment, before finally pushing inside. Your mouth fell open, your pussy clenching around his cock immediately. He pushed himself in slowly, only in a couple of inches before you started whining. “Shhh… just relax for me, baby. Let me in,” he cooed, pausing to give you a moment to acclimate before he continued.“Relax… open up for me… just like that, good girl…”His words were melting your mind and you did your best to calm down and let him in, but you couldn't stop trembling. It was so slow, but it was still overwhelming. Every inch deeper made it harder for you to stay still, especially when you realized you could feel your slick being pushed out by his cock, dripping onto the bedsheets. To soothe you, his hand came down to massage your swollen clit with his thumb, which only made you moan and tremble even more. “Good girl,” he cooed, praising you once he was bottomed out in you. He didn't start fucking you properly, just stayed there inside of you, letting you get used to the feeling of him. It was killing you. He was so deep, so achingly deep that you didn't know how you could possibly relax.“How does it feel, baby?”In this lustful, ecstatic haze you were in, every bit of bashfulness had melted away along with your ability to think of your words before they poured from your lips. So you were honest, much more honest that your sober self would ever be.“...deep… f-fuck, you're so deep…”Ajay groaned in response, still massaging your clit and now grinding himself into you, as though he were trying to push himself even deeper inside. “Good girl, good fuckin’ girl, taking me so well… I'm gonna start moving now, okay? Just relax for me…” Slowly and gently, he pulled himself out of you, your cunt mournfully squeezing around him in a vain attempt to drag him back inside - vain because it was only a short moment before he was pushing him back inside himself, filling you back up. You moaned dumbly, letting your head fall back onto the soft pillows. “Oh my god…,” you whined, every breath you took being forced out in a moan. “...kiss me, please - please kiss me…” Being the sweetheart he was, Ajay leaned down to take your lips with his own, pressing his body against you. That warmth of his that you loved so much enveloped you entirely now, and you swore you felt yourself gush around him when he looped his elbow under your right knee, lifting your leg up so he could fuck you deeper. Every thrust of his cock was mindnumbingly deep but sweet and slow, as though he were afraid of overwhelming you. You were drunk on him, body pliant beneath his and hips weakly humping up to take him in. Your arms snaked around his neck, desperate to hold him against you. Seemingly deciding to give you what you wanted so badly, he let go of your leg, pressing himself down against you. The hand that had been lovingly massaging your clit was now gripping your hair and using it to keep your head pinned down against the pillow. He was fucking you harder now, sucking bruises into your neck and moaning sweet nothings into your ear. “Good girl, fucking me back like that, shit… my pretty girl… you're mine now, you got that?” His words burning into your mind and his cock fucking you so deep made you fall to pieces, moaning like a wanton whore into the open air. The wet, squelching noises coming from your bodies should have grossed you out, but all they did was further dominate your senses with him, remind you that he was the one fucking you.And he was fucking you good, his cock rubbing every deep part of you that had you seeing stars. That familiar knot was coiling in your abdomen, becoming tighter and tighter with every delicious drag of his cock. God, you were so close. His warm breath felt like a dragon's fire burning your ear as he spoke, every word driving you closer to the edge. “Fuck, you're close, aren't you? I felt you fuckin’ twitch around me… fuck, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on my cock for me,” he moaned, and you broke beyond repair. Before you could even take a breath, you were groaning and cumming all over his cock, thighs twitching around his hips. You were too far gone in your own bliss to hear the way he cursed in response, warning you that he was going to cum inside of you if you didn't unwrap your legs from around his waist. When it eventually clicked in your cockdrunk mind, you tightened your hold on him, and the whine he let out was fucking beautiful.Both of you were broken, panting heavily and cuddled up together in a sweaty, dazed mess. “Fuck, I love you…,” he whispered, kissing your face as he pulled himself out of you. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he reached down to grab the blanket and pull it up to cover you. Then, once the two of you were all warm and comfortable, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you and letting you lay your head on his chest.No matter where this journey took you, no matter what the ending to this story was, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Ajay, warm and drowning in him, forever.