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Despite his abrasive personality, Dylan was attractive. The sight of his big doe eyes and curved mouth had gone straight to Ajax's cock the instant they'd met.
Of course, back then, Ajax hadn't expected to act on it. He had been sent to be a babysitter, and he wasn't in the habit of putting his cock ahead of his loyalty.
Dylan hissed with strain, his shoulders wavering as he pushed himself up once more. His arms shook with the effort, but still, he kept going.
Ajax found himself drinking in the sound of Dylan's panting, each harsh breath syncing with the rhythm of the pounding on the screen. It was impossible to ignore the mounting desire that coiled in his gut. He wanted to bend Dylan to his will, to make him beg and moan just like the guy on the TV.
If the kid was going to push his buttons, Ajax was going to push back.
He was going to let the kid know what was on offer — and that he wasn't going to get it.
He unzipped his fly.
When Dylan jolted up to look at him, his face was the mirror image of the twink on the screen behind him: face flushed, eyes wide, mouth falling open. It was so easy for Ajax to imagine driving into him, making those limbs tremble for very different reasons…
"Did I say you could stop?" Ajax tapped his boots on Dylan's back, making him tremble. "Keep going."
"But— you—"
"You're wasting breath."
He stroked himself in long, practiced strokes, getting himself off exactly how he liked it. Underneath his feet, Dylan stopped moving, locked into place at the top of his push-up. His eyes were huge as he stared at Ajax out from under his sweaty hair, drinking in the sight of him.
The kid had bothered him for fun, acting nonchalantly, teasing him. Now that nonchalance had vanished, leaving only raw desire behind.
It was an improvement. Ajax hadn't expected the way Dylan looked like that, earnest and desperate…
Ajax kept his gaze fixed on the TV as he jerked himself off. "Keep going," he ordered gruffly, tapping Dylan's sweat-slicked back with a boot. "You were up to eight."
"Fuck you," Dylan spat out, his voice laced with frustration… but he resumed his shaky, valiant attempt at pushups nonetheless. Ajax fought back a grin, taking pleasure in the knowledge that he held control over the fiery young man beneath him.
As Dylan struggled to complete another pushup, his muscles quivering with effort, Ajax thought about what it would be like to truly dominate him. He imagined the sound of Dylan's moans and how they would mix with his own, the searing heat of their bodies pressed together in a battle for supremacy.
He knew that giving into temptation would only play right into Dylan's hands – the kid wanted to seduce him, to prove a point and assert some form of power over him.
But even with that knowledge, the desire coursing through him refused to be ignored.
The young man on the screen was moaning helplessly, his face screwed up in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the older, more dominant man plunged his thick cock into the boy's tight, pink hole. The scene mirrored Dylan's struggle beneath Ajax's boots; both boys fighting against the control exerted over them, pushing themselves to their limits.
"Ah, fuck!" whimpered the twink on the screen, his voice breathy and desperate, much like Dylan's panting as he labored through his push ups. Ajax couldn't help but compare the two, imagining that same needy sound falling from Dylan's lips as he took control of him...
Dylan's ragged breathing filled the room, his body trembling under the weight of Ajax's boots on his back. But there was atenacity in him that Ajax couldn't help but admire. He refused to buckle under the challenge, forcing himself through each agonizing push up.
That stubbornness only served to stoke the fire burning within Ajax, his arousal intensifying as he considered what it would be like to truly dominate Dylan – to break him down and make him beg for release.
His balls tightened with need as he gripped his cock harder, stroking himself in time with the thrusts of the dom on the screen. The thought of driving his own cock into Dylan, making him moan and surrender to the pleasure, was intoxicating. He wanted to possess the lithe young man completely, to claim every inch of him and show him just how good it could feel to submit…
"Please!" the boy on the screen gasped, echoing the sentiment that Ajax yearned to hear from Dylan. The young man's eyes were glazed over with lust, pleading for more even as his body struggled to keep up with the relentless pounding.
Dylan's strength seemed to be fading, but he still refused to give in. His arms shook violently with each push up, sweat pouring down his face as he grunted in effort. The sight of him giving it his all, despite the odds stacked against him, only served to drive Ajax closer to the edge. His cock ached, precome beaded in his slit, his balls tightening.
Underneath Ajax's boots, Dylan let out a desperate moan. His body trembled as he managed to finish one more push up, sweat dripping off his forehead. "Tw… twenty!" he declared, panting heavily and looking up at Ajax with a stubborn defiance in his hazel eyes.
Dylan's gaze was drawn to Ajax's cock, his breath hitching as his face flushed a deep shade of red. He leaned forward, a shaky mess—
"That last one was sloppy," Ajax said coldly. He didn't miss a beat, continuing to leisurely stroke himself as the porn played on in the background. "Do it again."
With a frustrated moan, Dylan collapsed back down to the ground, clearly spent from his exertions. But even in his exhaustion, he refused to give in. He began to struggle into position for one last pushup, his arms shaking with the effort.
