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Ajax hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the consequences of breaking that final barrier between them. Then, with a tenderness that seemed at odds with his powerful frame, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Dylan's. It was a soft, gentle kiss – one filled with promise and unspoken understanding – and it left Dylan breathless.
Dylan's body trembled, a series of desperate, writhing bucks taking over him as he moaned Ajax's name. He clung to the powerful man, feeling dizzy with the unfamiliar closeness and intimacy. The mixture of pleasure and vulnerability was alien to him, but he couldn't deny the overwhelming desire to drink it all in, like a stolen prize.
"Ajax," he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as ecstasy coursed through him.
"Let go. I've got you," Ajax rumbled, his strong arms holding him close and protective. His hand moved faster, stroking Dylan's cock like he was the master of every inch of it--
Dylan came with a wild groan, bucking up against Ajax's fist, his toes curling.
As pleasured convulsions shook his body, Dylan felt both safe and exposed in Ajax's embrace. This was something new, something he hadn't experienced before, and it left him reeling.
Finally spent, Dylan panted for breath, their bodies still pressed together. The silence that enveloped them was heavy with unspoken emotions and realizations.
After a moment, Dylan found the strength to step back. He looked up at Ajax, who watched him with those intense dark eyes that seemed to see straight into his soul.
"Um, th-thanks," Dylan said softly, his voice thick with gratitude. "For dinner."
Ajax nodded, his expression unreadable as always. "You're welcome."
With one last look, Dylan made his way back to his room, heart pounding as he tried to process the kaleidoscope of feelings swirling inside him. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment before crossing the space to throw himself onto the bed.
As he closed his eyes, the warmth of Ajax's touch and the taste of their shared intimacy lingered on his skin and in his mouth.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Dylan slept a heavy, warm sleep, the ghosts of his past momentarily held at bay by the memory of Ajax's arms around him.
Chapter eleven
Dylan stirred in his bed, groaning at the sight of the early hour. Mornings were the bane of his existence, but despite his usual grumbling, an undercurrent of excitement pulsed through him. He couldn't deny that something about waking up today had him on edge in the best kind of way.
Last night, something new had happened. And now he wanted to see what he could do with it…
After making a quick call to reception, he slipped out of his bedroom, padding softly into the main room. Ajax was sprawled across the couch, his powerful chest rising and falling with each breath. In sleep, he looked almost peaceful, the intimidating edge that usually surrounded him dulled for the moment. With Ajax's eyes closed, Dylan found himself free to openly admire the man without fear.
He let his gaze linger on Ajax's chiseled face, the strong set of his jaw and the slight stubble that dusted his cheeks. Dylan's attention then drifted to Ajax's broad chest, the way it tapereddown to a narrow waist, and the muscular arms that seemed capable of both protecting and dominating him.
The memory of last night's events washed over Dylan, sending a shiver down his spine. There he had been, on his knees in the dark room, the taste of Ajax filling his mouth as the man's hands tangled in his hair, guiding him with a firm yet tender touch.
The sensations from their encounter left Dylan feeling more secure than he'd ever imagined possible. He knew their connection went beyond just some cheap fuck – Ajax had made him feel special, as if he truly mattered.
Shit, that was a scary thought. Best not to focus onthat.
As Dylan inched closer to Ajax, he couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to curl up against him, to feel the warmth and strength of his body wrapped around him.
It was a fleeting thought, one that Dylan quickly pushed away with a mental scoff. He'd been hurt too many times before; he wouldn't let himself fall into that trap again. No, whatever was happening between them was purely physical, and he would keep it that way.
"Hey, sleeping beauty!" Dylan called out obnoxiously, snapping Ajax from his slumber.
Ajax's eyes flickered open, narrowing as they focused and met Dylan's amused expression. A scowl tugged at the corners of his mouth, making him appear adorable to Dylan. "What do you want?" he growled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Room service is coming," Dylan said nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "I ordered some stuff, and you need to open the door for me."
Ajax raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious of Dylan's intentions. "And just what exactly did you order?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Dylan shot back with a smirk, enjoying the mild annoyance that flickered across Ajax's face.
"Fine," Ajax muttered, rising from the couch with a resigned sigh. His muscles flexed beneath his skin as he stretched, sending a shiver down Dylan's spine. He couldn't help but admire the sight before him, even as he held onto the belief that their connection was nothing more than physical.
A knock at the door broke the silence between them. Ajax's eyes narrowed, his suspicion still evident as he unlocked the door and swung it open. The room service attendant handed over bags filled with groceries — eggs, bread, butter, herbs, and more — along with the day's newspaper. With a terse nod, Ajax accepted the delivery and relocked the door behind him.
