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The briefest flicker of surprise crossed Ajax's face before it settled into a guarded expression, eyes still locked on Dylan. He nodded slowly, granting his consent.
Gathering his courage, Dylan dropped to his knees before Ajax. In an instant, Ajax's hand was on his chin, tilting his face upward to meet his gaze. The intensity in Ajax's eyes made Dylan's breath hitch.
"I didn't think you meant-- christ. Listen to me," Ajax said firmly but gently. "You don't need to repay me, Dylan."
"You think this is about payback? After you got this out in front of me, but wouldn't let me touch it? You think I haven't been jacking myself raw dreaming of it?" Dylan swallowed hard, then looked up at Ajax and repeated what Ajax had said to him earlier at the restaurant: "This isn't about you. Let me enjoy myself."
Ajax's eyes widened.
Embarrassed by the vulnerability he felt, Dylan buried his face against the front of Ajax's shirt, feeling the firm stomach muscles underneath the fabric and inhaling the rich, masculine scent that clung to him.
Please don't say no…
Ajax's hand slid around to cradle the back of Dylan's head. A shiver ran through Dylan, leaving something warm and steady in its wake.
Shivering with anticipation, Dylan reached forward to tug open Ajax's fly, revealing his thick, already half-hard cock.
In the low lighting of the hotel room, Ajax's cock seemed almost unreal. It was a testament to the man himself – big, thick, and commanding. Veins traced along its length, pulsing gently with each beat of Ajax's heart, while its velvety skin contrasted sharply with the rigid hardness beneath.
The sight of it made Dylan's own arousal spike, his desire for this man threatening to overwhelm him.Fuck, yeah.
Dylan hesitated for a moment, before pressing his lips to the head of Ajax's cock. The taste of precome teased his tongue, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sound of appreciation. It was intoxicating, the taste of this powerful man who had somehow managed to break through Dylan's carefully constructed walls.
"Fuck, Dylan," Ajax groaned as Dylan took him into his mouth, running his hands through Dylan's hair. The praise sent a shiver down Dylan's spine, and he felt more alive than ever. For once in his life, he wasn't putting on a show for someone else, he wasn't chasing some anonymous high -- he was doing this because he wanted to be right here, in this specific place, on his knees with this specific man between his lips.
Dylan wrapped his hand around the base of Ajax's cock, guiding it deeper into his mouth. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the taste and feel of Ajax: the silky texture of his skin, the firm hardness beneath, the heat radiating from him. And the sounds… the low, approving groans that escaped Ajax's lips as Dylan worked his magic, desperate for more.
As Dylan took him deeper, he reveled in the freedom of this moment. No expectations, no demands, just pure enjoyment. This was a rare gift, and he was going to savor every second of it.
Ajax cursed, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the air, punctuating the wet sounds of Dylan's eager ministrations. "Fuck, kid... you're so good at this," he breathed, his fingers tightening in Dylan's hair as he fought to maintain control.
For once, Dylan felt strangely in charge, despite being on his knees before Ajax. He felt warm and safe, far from the cold objectification he was used to. It was intoxicating, making him crave more of that rare feeling. As he bobbed his head, Dylan tried to remind himself not to get lost in these strange new emotions.
Don't delude yourself, Dylan. Just enjoy it while you can.
"Jesus christ. Dylan... I'm close," Ajax eventually warned him, his voice strained and thick with desire. But instead of pulling away, Dylan only intensified his efforts, sucking harder and moving faster, wanting to claim his prize. The groan that tore from Ajax's throat was almost feral, too close to the edge to resist any longer.
Dylan felt a wild rush of arousal as Ajax came in his mouth, drinking in the taste of him, the feel of him; the sound of Ajax's groans as he climaxed, the strong yet tender hands that held him close by his hair. It was an experience that sent shivers down his spine, making him feel more alive than ever.
"Damn," Ajax panted, still trying to catch his breath as he slowly withdrew from Dylan's mouth. Their eyes locked, intense and smoldering.
"Likewise," Dylan replied, smirking up at Ajax as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You weren't half bad yourself, big guy."
Once Ajax had caught his breath, he reached for Dylan, pulling him up and pressing him against the wall. Dylan found himself enveloped in Ajax's strong embrace, their bodies pressed together. The heat radiating from Ajax's body was intoxicating. Dylan couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as Ajax's handtraveled down along his body, stroking him possessively, before wrapping around his erection.
He began to stroke Dylan slowly, deliberately, and it was all Dylan could do to keep from bucking into Ajax's touch. Dylan trembled as Ajax's hand moved expertly along his length, bringing him closer to the brink of ecstasy.
In one sharp, terrifying moment, Dylan realized that he wanted Ajax to kiss him.
He never liked it when anyone kissed him – it was his one barrier, his last shred of control. But now, with Ajax holding him close like this, Dylan wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.
The realization sent a jolt of fear through him, making him feel even more vulnerable than before.
"Please," Dylan whispered, his voice trembling as he gave voice to his deepest desire. "Kiss me."
"Are you sure?" Ajax murmured, pausing his movements to lock eyes with Dylan, concern etched across his face.
"More than anything," Dylan breathed, his insecurities momentarily forgotten in the face of his intense need for connection.
