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"Come for me," Ajax commanded.

The combination of pain and pleasure, coupled with Ajax's authoritative tone, was enough to send Dylan spiraling into release. With a guttural moan, Dylan finally gave himself over to pleasure, his body shuddering violently as he came. Stars danced behind his closed eyelids, and he felt as if he were drowning in an ocean of sensation. Ajax's strong grip held him steady throughout it all, grounding him even as he lost himself to the whirlwind of bliss that consumed him.

As the aftershocks of his climax slowly faded, Dylan found himself trembling in Ajax's embrace, overcome by the sheer force of what they had shared. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so completely and utterly spent, his body wrung out like a wet rag.

"Hey, it's okay," Ajax murmured as Dylan panted, his large hands continuing to hold him steady. "I've got you, kid."

And for the first time ever, Dylan couldn't help but believe him.

Dylan's breathing gradually slowed, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain a semblance of control over his body. Theroom seemed to spin around him, and his limbs felt loose, but there was one thing that was concrete and unyielding.

Ajax's still-hard cock pressed against him. Dylan groaned, a mixture of frustration and desire coloring his voice.

"Well, stick it in me already, come on," Dylan rasped, his gaze locking onto Ajax's dark eyes.

Ajax paused for a moment, an annoyed hint edging into his calm tone. "Is that what you think this is about?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"Yeah?" Dylan bit back a flood of bitterness, his fear suddenly rearing its head amidst the tangled mess of emotions coursing through him. "It's all I'm good for."

"Christ," Ajax muttered, clearly more exasperated than angry now. "We're done here. Get up, get dressed. We're going out."

As Ajax untied the belt from Dylan's wrists, releasing him from his vulnerable position, Dylan's heart stuttered in panic. "You're kicking me out?" he asked, his voice raw and unguarded.

Ajax gave him a steely look, his face set in grim lines. "If you disobey me one more time, I just might be tempted. But no." His gaze was unwavering, leaving Dylan feeling exposed and uncertain.

"Then where am I going?" Dylan questioned, watching as Ajax rose from the bed. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the evidence of Ajax's arousal – the older man's flushed face, his intense eyes, and most importantly, the bulge straining against his pants. But Ajax seemed determined to ignore it.

Dylan's eyes remained fixed on Ajax as Ajax stared down at the mess on his pants, a mixture of annoyance and resignation flickering across his face. With a heavy sigh, the enforcer turned and left the room, stripping off his soiled pants while disappearing from Dylan's view. The sound of fabric rustling filled the air.

"This hotel has a restaurant," Ajax's voice carried from the other room. "I could really use something to eat that doesn't come in a styrofoam tray."

Dylan couldn't help but snort. "Yeah, you probably need to watch your sodium at your age."

Ajax reappeared in the doorway, now clad in clean pants. He leveled a stern look at Dylan, making it clear that he wasn't amused by the jab. "You're going to behave for me."

Dylan swallowed. It hadn't been a command -- just a statement of fact.

His stomach rumbled at the thought of food, overriding the uncertainty that clouded his thoughts. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until Ajax had brought it up, and the prospect of a real meal suddenly sounded heavenly.

As he got dressed, Dylan couldn't shake the feeling that there was an unspoken tension between them – something undefined and precarious that threatened to shatter if either of them pushed too far. It unsettled him, but at the same time, it made the connection between them feel all the more intense.

He knew better than to question Ajax's intentions for now, though; the older man had made it abundantly clear that they weren't here to discuss whatever had just transpired between them.

So, instead, Dylan focused on the simple fact that, for the moment at least, he had a place he was welcome – even if it was only for the duration of a shared meal.

"Alright," Dylan said, pulling on his clothes and trying to mask the vulnerability that still clung to him like a second skin. "I'm ready."

Chapter nine

Ajax surreptitiously watched Dylan from across the table. The younger man had just settled into his seat, eyes wandering around the elegant, minimalist decor of the hotel's high-class restaurant. Candles flickered on the table between them, casting a warm illumination over Dylan's cautious face.

Dylan's gaze flitted from one well-dressed patron to the next, and Ajax saw the briefest flicker of discomfort cross his expressive hazel eyes. It was clear that Dylan felt out of place. In that moment, Ajax couldn't help but feel protective of him in a way that had nothing to do with his mission.

"Order whatever you want," Ajax said, interrupting Dylan's thoughts as he slid the leather-bound menu towards him. "It's on me."

Dylan glanced up from the menu, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he knew exactly what Ajax was doing. But instead of acknowledging it, he shrugged nonchalantly and turned back tothe list of extravagant dishes. "Alright, big spender," he quipped, feigning indifference. "You asked for it."

The way he held himself, the way he acted cocky and full of bravado… It made a muscle in Ajax's jaw twitch. Dylan acted with a practiced ease of a lifetime spent convincing others that nothing could ever faze him.

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