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He was slowly losing it, he was sure of it, but he was determined for his boyfriend not to see it. Scaramouche’s grip on the bedsheets tightened as he tried desperately not to let the noises out of his mouth that were threatening to slip. The grips on his thighs were iron, so hard he was so sure it was going to leave marks by morning. His body burned, his chest heaving, face flushed, and his back arching — trying to chase whatever Ajax would give him. He wanted to tangle his hands in Ajax’s hair but he resisted, making him work for it a little. He could feel the other glancing up at him every now and then, taking in the sight of his body writhing because of what he was doing. It made him uncomfortable in the beginning, being too exposed, feeling too vulnerable. But now? Now it made him burn hotter.
“Ajax, fuck,” he tried grinding his hips downward but instead Ajax knew what he wanted and decided to tease him by licking upwards, tongue flat against his folds, going to teasing his clit for a second before going back to what he was doing, using his tongue to circle and lap at him, licking and eating him out like a man starved. Scaramouche was losing his mind, he was now absolutely certain of it.
Despite telling himself to wait he couldn’t help himself and tangled his fingers in Ajax’s hair, the man humming in response causing Scaramouche to jerk his head forward, Ajax moaning again against him. Fuck he knew just how to make him fall to pieces. He was so going to get him back for this. For a moment he feels Ajax pull back and gets a brief moment to breathe right before he feels a tongue prodding at his hole, not giving him a second to realize what’s happening before it’s inside him, stretching him out, making him moan louder than he meant to. He can feel the other smirk against him as Ajax continues to eat him out, cocky bastard. Pretty and cocky bastard.
His body was hot. Every nerve alight with waves of pleasure that crashed through his body from the violent onslaught that his boyfriend was giving him. Yes Ajax talked a lot but Scara would by lying if he claimed the man didn’t know to bring him to the brink again and again and again by his mouth alone.
Scaramouche loses himself a bit and uses what leverage he can to fuck himself against Ajax’s mouth, the other just letting him do as he wants for the moment, being just content enough to let himself be used. God that was hot. Ajax was hot, fuck. Scaramouche’s mind was foggy, the pleasure crashing through his body like a tidal wave as Ajax moved to suck at his clit. He keened and threw his head back hard against the pillow. He could feel his legs shaking, a good sign that Ajax was doing exactly what Scaramouche liked, he always did.
The hands on his thighs loosened a bit for just a moment before, instead, Ajax wrapped his arms around his thighs, using the leverage he had now to hold Scaramouche in place as he moved his head up and down, going back to teasing his folds and licking his clit.
Scaramouche threw back his head with a loud moan. Every time it always felt better than anything he’d ever felt before. Each time better than the last. How lucky was he to have the prettiest man between his legs eating him out. The way he licked and sucked made him go crazy. All Scaramouche could think about was how he was going to pay him back afterwards. He needed a good fucking and Scaramouche was going to give it to him by riding him for the rest of the night if that’s what he had to do.
He was just so damn hot and sweet, all of what he could have ever of wanted. He’d never known anyone else who could take such care with him like he could. He was amazing, he really was. Even when Scaramouche got mad at him, he still cared so much about him. It wasn’t fair. And now here he was with his mouth taking Scaramouche apart, unraveling him completely. It was so undeniably hot.
So stunningly perfect. He couldn’t stand not having him inside of him anymore. That wasn’t fair either because Scaramouche loved being fucked, even if Ajax sometimes forgot to take into account his feelings and his needs, it didn’t matter because he would take care of him anyway. Scaramouche’s head was spinning, he needed more of this. More of him. He just needed more.
“Fuck!” Scaramouche’s grip on his hair had to hurt, he knew it did but he couldn’t stop himself as he felt a familiar heat coil in his stomach. “Ajax, Ajax, wait I’m gonna, I’m about to cum!” He tried pushing his head away but with his strength slowly leaving him, he couldn’t do anything but take it as Ajax hummed against him again and he felt his orgasm hit him hard. His back arched off the bed, a shout leaving him as Ajax continued his pace, slowing down slightly as Scaramouche rode his high. Slowly, slowly, he came back down, his body jerking slightly from being overstimulated now and Ajax took the cue to stop and give him a moment to recover, moving his attention to kiss, nip, and mark Scaramouche’s thighs.
Once his breathing was even again Scaramouche motioned for the other to come up closer to him. When he was within kissing distance Scaramouche put a hand behind his neck and guided their lips together, kissing him deeply, their mouths moving together lazily, not minding the fact that he could taste himself from Ajax.
But Scaramouche couldn’t let him wait any longer. He wanted his boyfriend to feel good. Even better than he did. He wanted it so bad.
“Scara," Ajax sounded almost breathless, "Scara, can I please put it in now?”
Oh. He knew that tone of voice. When Ajax was so desperate he was about to slip into a headspace himself.
Scaramouche nodded. “Go ahead, Ajax. You’ve more than earned it. You deserve a reward. Let me just turn over okay? My waist is gonna start to ache if I don’t.”
Ajax nodded and moved back, letting Scaramouche readjust himself on all fours, leaning downwards onto the bed with his head resting in his arms. He turned his head to the side and even though he couldn’t see him, he knew the other was waiting for permission.
“You can go ahead, love.” And that was all Ajax needed.
Scaramouche felt one hand on his hip as Ajax adjusted himself before slowly inching inside. He could hardly breathe, but in the best of ways. He could feel himself being stretched out, Ajax taking his time prepping him and eating him out really making it as smooth as possible. Once Ajax was fully inside he waited a moment for his boyfriend to get used to the feeling, but Scaramouche wasn’t having it. He was more than ready. Rocking his hips backwards gave Ajax the message and he started thrusting at an even pace, Scaramouche’s mouth opening in little moans and pants as he felt his body heat up again from the pleasure. He tried to hold in his sounds, not wanting to be too loud even if he wasn’t being loud enough for it to reach the other side of their walls.
“A-Ajax, fuck.” He bit his lip as Ajax let out a sound, almost like a whine, and started thrusting into him even faster, Scaramouche no longer able to hold his sounds in, moaning and little “yes” and “god Ajax, please” murmurings leaving his throat. For a moment, he let him have his way, thrusting and moaning right behind Scaramouche’s ears, and if that didn’t turn him on more than it should when he was already being fucked. But it was Ajax’s turn to get his reward.
“Ajax, love, hang on.”
Ajax’s hips immediately stopped, and even though he was out of breath, Scaramouche could almost picture the concern on his face from just his voice.
“Are you okay? I didn’t - I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No. No, that’s not it.” Scaramouche said gently before he started shifting, biting back a curse when he felt Ajax pull out to let him readjust.
He turned to face his boyfriend and felt his brain come to a screeching halt. Hunger. The absolute way his boyfriend looked as if he could devour him right there and then, fucking him until they both couldn’t get out of bed the next day, he could almost feel it. And fuck, he wanted that more than anything right now.
With a firm hand, he pushed Ajax down, who went down without a fight, if not without a bit of confusion, until his hand found its way onto Ajax's neck and the other tensed. Scaramouche let a mischievous smile slip onto his face as he looked down at him. Ajax was flushed down to his shoulders, his cheeks and tops of his shoulders at least being a nice flushed color and Scaramouche’s gaze darkened. He wanted to bite him. So he did. His hand now a firm grip around the man’s throat he leaned down and nipped at his neck, a choked sound leaving the other’s throat. He could feel the Ajax trying to buck up to get some kind, any kind of friction, but with Scaramouche sitting on his waist just above where he wanted to be touched the most right now, it was impossible.
“Shhhh, good boy Ajax. You’ve been so good for me, now why don’t you lay back and let me ride you?” Scaramouche guided one of his hands to rest of his hip, the other following of its own accord.
“Now,” He leaned down until he was a breath’s way from Ajax’s lips. “Are you gonna continue to be good for me?” He tightened his grip on Ajax’s throat and watched as the other’s eyes glazed over with pure want. A nod.
“Such a good boy for me, always so obedient when you’re needy.” With that said, he gently pressed his lips against Ajax’s and kissed him gently. The kiss deepened and soon the two were kissing with abandon, Scaramouche’s fingers moving to tangle themselves in Ajax’s hair, pulling roughly on the strands, getting a breathy moan in response. Their kisses became more urgent and sloppy, their pants echoing in the room. The only thing that kept Scaramouche sane in this whole time was the knowledge that Ajax was probably already way more fucked out than he currently was.
The kiss broke off and Scaramouche pulled away, looking down at his boyfriend, whose eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He smiled softly, “Good boy,” he whispered, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips.
“You’re so good for me.” He ran his tongue over Ajax’s bottom lip, licking inside before sucking lightly on his tongue, his hands sliding down the smaller man’s sides. Once again, the touch was gentle but firm and he knew Ajax was more than likely resisting the urge to plead with him again, he could feel the way he was so tense, trying so hard to be good and keep still.
“Archons you’re so hot.” Scaramouche spoke quietly, not even realizing he had said it out loud before he kissed and nibbled at his boyfriend’s earlobe. He felt Ajax tense slightly but it quickly subsided as he let out a sigh. He continued moving his hands lower, until they came to rest on his stomach.
“And now it’s your turn.” Slowly, he lifted himself up and moved lower, using one hand to guide Ajax’s member, knowing he was nowhere near prepared for what Scaramouche was about to do, and sunk himself down in one smooth motion. Ajax let out a sharp curse and Scaramouche moaned, his legs shaking and body strung tight from the wave of pleasure that sunk into every nerve in his body. He was so full. Ajax was so big inside of him and it felt so much more than right. The hands on his hips were back to holding him so tight he was certain if there weren’t marks before there definitely were now.
"Aw, you’re trembling - does it feel that good?" He could feel how the other was so strung up from the sudden wave of pleasure that would’ve come over him from that. Scaramouche caught his breath before looking down and his gaze softened immediately.
“Scara, Scara, oh god.” Ajax was breathing heavily, eyes glazed over, oh…he was so gone. Scaramouche leaned down and kissed his cheek gently.
“Shhhh, baby I’m here. Can you look at me, love?” He placed a hand on Ajax’s cheek as a grounding point and watched as Ajax’s eyes slowly focused on him. Still slightly glazed over but he was in the moment again at least.
“Are you with me?” His voice was soft, grounding just like his hand and Ajax nodded in response.
"Yeah. I'm with you." He smiled and Scaramouche could've kissed him. Well actually no nothing is fucking stopping him. He leaned down and kissed him all over his face as the other let out a laugh and one hand was removed from his hip to mirror Scaramouche's resting on his cheek. Scaramouche planted a soft kiss on his lips, feeling Ajax kiss back, harder, trying to get closer, to have Scaramouche melt against him. His boyfriend indulged him for a bit, letting Ajax lead the kiss, before pulling away for a moment and he opened his eyes to stare down at the other. Ajax's gaze was gentle and loving, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. He was gorgeous, he was beautiful. Oh my god. Ajax gently brushed some hair behind his ear and Scaramouche's gaze softened. God he loved this man. He loved Ajax so fucking much.
“Hang in there love, I want you to be fully in the moment for this, okay? This is part of your reward for being so good for me.”
Ajax was still goofily smiling at Scaramouche like he had hung the stars and the moon for him and Ajax nodded. Scaramouche noticed how when Ajax put his hand back on his hip that his grip had loosened. Still firm but not nearly as rough as they had been, not that he minded either way.
Scaramouche gave a test bounce and fuck that felt so good. Ajax was an open book when it came to most things, but especially sex. He was very, very vocal. Whether it be talking or moaning he was doing one or the other. But it was so hot, Scaramouche didn’t mind in the least. Ajax has had his own moments of dragging noise by noise out of the other for up to two hours so he was going to enjoy this.
Scaramouche started slow, lifting himself up then slowly sinking back down onto Ajax’s cock. God, fuck he felt so good. He took a moment to rock back and forth with Ajax’s cock completely inside him, smiling as he saw his eyes close, and that made only encouraged him to go faster. Ajax was past noticing how he was letting small whines and pleas for more as he watched Scaramouche with an almost tangible want in his gaze.
“It’s okay. You can move now if you want.” Scaramouche knew letting him move was more of a reward than letting him sit back completely and that seemed to make Ajax even louder. He could see his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down as he swallowed.
“Oh shit, yeah. Yes. Please.” Ajax probably barely realized what he was saying but Scaramouche heard him, committing them to his memory for later, however he only had a momentary victory before he keened, Ajax taking the initiative now and rocking up into him every time Scaramouche lowered himself down. Every nerve in his body was coursing with pleasure, his head swimming with it now that he was finally getting fucked again, deeply, and hard with how desperate Ajax was getting, his hands being put to use to use the extra force of pulling Scaramouche back down and knocking the air out of him again and again. He loved it. It felt so so good. It wasn’t long before he cried out loudly and threw his head back with a loud groan, making Ajax’s movements falter. He was going to lose it and he didn’t want to. Instead he went back to what he was doing earlier, making sure Ajax was still with him the whole time.
He placed his hand on Ajax’s throat, slowly, carefully, trying to stay focused even with being pounded into so hard he could barely form a sentence.
Ajax looked him in the eyes and nodded with a soft chuckle when he noticed Scaramouche was silently asking for permission. If he would be okay. and that was all he needed before tightening his grip, Ajax moaning against his hand, his speed quickening, causing Scaramouche to moan louder, whine, little “ah, ah, god, fuck, ajax, please, fuck”s leaving his mouth as he held his firm grip with one hand and the other resting on Ajax’s chest as some sort of leverage to keep him from collapsing from the pleasure.
“I love you so much.” The words left his lips before he could stop them, as he tried to keep himself above Ajax as best as possible, he couldn’t stop as a particularly thrust made him cry out and he felt himself starting to slip but he held on. This wasn’t going to be about him. This was Ajax’s turn and he’d be damned if he’d let his brain win this one. He wanted to give him everything, to give him whatever he wanted.
“Oh god please, Ajax, faster.” A plea for the both of them. Ajax thrust up faster, Scaramouche felt his knees giving out and whined, it felt so so good, he didn’t want it to stop.
“Scara, I wanna do something, you can think of it as part of the reward. Please, let me?” Scaramouche couldn’t resist when he was looking up at him with a gaze so deep it threatened to swallow him whole. So he nodded. Within seconds he was on his back, Ajax towering over him, his arms holding Scaramouche's legs back almost to the sides of his head, nearly bending him in half, and-
“Fuck!” Scaramouche cried out, his head throwing itself back against the pillow Ajax had laid behind him in the process.
Ajax thrust back in, having to pull out to maneuver them, and Scaramouche was helpless to do anything but take it in this position, his hands reaching up to find purchase on Ajax’s shoulder blades, his fingernails unconsciously digging into him causing the other to groan and thrust harder.
“Scara, you feel so good,” Ajax groaned out, thrusting harder, harder, harder, turning his head to gently bite and nip at the other’s calves. Scaramouche was absolutely fucked out at this point, still present, thankfully, but getting fucked so well he felt as if his brain had been turned to mush. Just a reoccurring chant of the same vocabulary including some phrases and curses as well as Ajax’s name.
“Please, oh god, please, fuck, Ajax!” Scaramouche begged and he could hear the whimper in his voice even though he didn’t even know what it was he was asking for.
It was hard to focus on anything but the feeling inside him, the sensations that shot throughout his entire body from his head to toes. He could feel his stomach cramping, his arms burning with strain as he held Ajax’s shoulders and dug his nails deeper into him to try to hold him steady while he continued to thrust. Ajax couldn’t seem to stop, didn’t want to stop. And he knew Scaramouche didn’t want him to just yet either. He didn’t care, he just wanted this, just wanted to feel this forever. He moaned loudly as Ajax kept slamming into him, his fingers digging into his skin.
Scaramouche was pretty sure he was moaning so loud now that if they had neighbors they would undoubtedly be able to hear him, he knew his throat was going to be sore in the morning. He arched his back from the pleasure, the change in angle somehow making it even better than he thought possible and he was close to sobbing with just how amazing it felt. It was too much at once, too many feelings hitting him and making him shake with each thrust.
Ajax grunted as he pulled away slightly before crashing back down on him and continuing to slam into him, his hips pumping with as much strength as possible.
“Ajax, you’re such a good boy, making me feel so good. My good boy.” Scaramouche panted.
Ajax moaned and his hips stuttered for a moment. “Scara...you’re so hot,” He whispered, kissing Scaramouche softly before leaning in and pressing his lips to his again.
Scaramouche kissed him back immediately. All he felt was pure unfiltered desire. Everything else melted away as he felt himself edge closer to coming.
“Fuck. Ah…fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so good.” Scara moaned with every thrust, holding tight to Ajax.
Scaramouche felt his body tighten and he couldn’t help crying out as he came, suddenly and harder than he ever had in his entire life. As soon as he came all those emotions and emotions he felt towards Ajax came pouring out of him as he cried out his name again and again. Ajax watched as Scaramouche let the pleasure course through him, expression blissed out from his orgasm. “God, oh my god, Ajax.” Scaramouche moaned as he slowly came down from his high.
Ajax trembled, his thrusts finally becoming erratic as he groaned and with a few more final thrusts came inside Scaramouche, the other moving their hands to cradle his head as he pressed himself as close as possible against Scaramouche’s body. They stay like that for a few moments, Ajax panting until he caught his breath, his body trembling after the waves of pleasure passed. Unable to hold himself up anymore, he gently lowered Scaramouche’s legs from his shoulders, pulling out as well and apologizing quietly as he saw him wince at the feeling, before gently lowering himself onto the other, his head on Scaramouche’s chest as half of his body rested on top of him. The warmth of his universe forever a comforting feeling.
Scaramouche lay down beside him, staring at the ceiling, his breathing now calm as he threaded his fingers through the other’s hair. This is where they would usually move onto aftercare but he knew that all Ajax needed right now was just lots of affection and attention. Ajax’s arm wrapped around his waist and he smiled. Scaramouche let a true genuine smile show, reserved especially for Ajax.
“I love you so much.” Ajax smiled sleepily, the exhaustion setting in now, not being to keep any of that hidden behind his tone as he relaxed further and closed his eyes.
Scaramouche hummed in response, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.
“I love you too. Now get some rest, you deserve it. We can shower together in the morning so don’t worry about anything, okay?” Scaramouche said as he yawned, the sleepiness setting in with him as well. Ajax nodded and held him closer. The sleepiness was quickly settling into his body.
They stayed like that together for a while longer. Neither moved from where they were cuddled together until eventually fell asleep like that, tangled tightly together underneath the blanket that Ajax remembered to pull over them just before dozing off, with both of them holding on to each other. At peace in a safe space created just for themselves.