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It was dark and windy which made it even colder than normal. Ajax tightened the hold of his scarf to bring the fabric closer to his skin in an attempt to keep himself warm. Holding the edge of his scarf between his fingertips with a somber expression as he felt like he was at a loss. Why did it feel like the anger his mother held for him seemed to get worse no matter what he did? Maybe he would never know. 

As the duo walked, Scaramouche ended up breaking the silence for a moment, “I need to stop at the studio if you don’t mind. I left my charger there.”

Ajax nodded his head as he pulled the scarf up to cover his mouth. The designer wasn’t sure how to comfort him. He wasn’t the best at trying to figure out people’s emotions. It was difficult for him to understand his let alone another human being’s. The sound of crunching snow under their feet was all that could be heard. Scaramouche watched his breath roll out of his mouth every time he breathed out in an attempt to keep his mind occupied with something. He enjoyed the silence, he preferred it but to think that he would rather hear Ajax’s voice was terrifying.

Once they arrived at the studio Ajax followed Scaramouche into the office who told him it wouldn’t take long as they went to his office. Ajax leaned against the doorframe as he pulled his hoodie over his head. He grabbed the strings to pull on them to shrink the hole of the hood. As Scaramouche rummaged through his drawers he glanced up for only a moment to check on Ajax who looked the same as when they got here. He could barely even see his face due to the scarf covering his mouth and the hoodie almost closed around his eyes. The eyes that looked like they were drowning in hopes of someone saving him.

“Ajax,” he called.

The model raised his head to burrow his gaze into those drop indigo eyes. He didn’t speak as he held out his hand to coax him to come over. Ajax glanced between his hand and his eyes before he moved forward quickly. One hand grabbed at his hoodie to yank it off while he used his other hand to pull his scarf down. He barely gave Scaramouche any time to process what was happening when he was pushed against the desk and a pair of lips roughly slammed against his. The designer let out a small noise of surprise as Ajax forced himself between his legs. One hand on the desk to stabilize them while the other burrowed in the indigo strands that rested at the nape of his neck.

Ajax’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to put all his focus on the boy in front of him instead of the horrors that were his life. When the designer finally processed his shock he eagerly returned it. Two hands grasped at his thighs before lifting him up to sit on the desk. Those same hands then spread his legs apart to make room for the six-foot-tall model who had been awaiting this moment since their first kiss. The dreams or fantasy never could compare to the softness of his mouth. The inviting and downright filthy noises that echoed in his throat. 

A tongue swiped at Ajax’s bottom lip which shocked him for only a moment. He was usually the one who did that but he didn’t waste a second before opening his mouth for him. The redhead slightly leaned over his body to try and be as close as he possibly could. Hands as cold as ice gripped at his flesh. One hand was on his neck while the other slipped under the model's jacket. He could feel the icy fingertips run down the side of his abs before slipping to the small indents on his back. A slight addition of pressure made him groan sickeningly.

The lightheadedness from the lack of air got to both of them as their minds had to go into overdrive to keep them from seeing stars. Scaramouche pulled away to look at the pink flush dusting his freckled cheeks. His gaze full of love and lust giving him a glimpse of what he could be thinking.

“Are you doing this because you’re upset?” The designer asked.

“I’m doing this because it’s you.”

Scaramouche always wondered what it would be like to trust someone who claimed they cared about him but also with his heart. A heart that would barely be suitable for the weakest of puppets. There was a lot he wanted but this was something he didn’t expect he would need. To feel loved. To feel appreciated by another human being. His heart was at war with his head. Telling him that his fear was about to surface but as Ajax lovingly pressed kiss after kiss onto his burning skin there was no way he would let it win. Burying it like a hatchet he brought Ajax’s lips back to his. He felt almost drunk on his taste alone. His skin almost on fire from everywhere Ajax placed his hands. 

The redhead pulled away to press a kiss to his jaw and then to his earlobe. “First time?” He whispered.

The designer slowly nodded as he tried to catch his breath. There was a lot he could say that he was feeling in the moment but the wish to stop wasn’t one of them. They both wanted, no, needed one another to survive. 

Ajax kept his gaze locked on his waiting for his confirmation. If he didn’t get it he would stop because if they went any further without it, he would struggle to find the self-control to stop himself in time. However, another small nod told him everything he needed to know.

“Then I’ll make it the best.”

Scaramouche always thought that caring about someone was a weakness. Something to be used against him in the long run but somehow now it felt like this was what he had been waiting for all along. For someone to care about him despite the fear of knowing they held your heart in the palm of their hands. Although it was terrifying Ajax was always gentle with it, with him. 

The model slipped his hands under his shirt to gently lift it up, giving him time to stop him if he had changed his mind. When he didn’t he pulled it off over his head. He immediately moved to pepper his now exposed skin with kisses. In an attempt to worship him to show him how much he not only loved his body but also him as a human. The expression Scaramouche had was him trying to save face by looking annoyed while secretly praying he would never stop. He didn’t believe in gods but if they were real please don’t let this moment end.

“You’re beautiful,” Ajax spoke against his skin as he slowly moved down to his stomach. “There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t perfect.”

A warmth spread across the designer's face due to the embarrassment of being on display and exposed to another person. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t keep talking while my shirt is off.”

Ajax grinned as he returned to leaving kiss after kiss on his body. He started from his neck again and slowly moved back down to his waist where his hands found the buckle to his jeans. His shaky and uncertain hands reached for the clasp to undo it. Not only was this Scaramouche’s first time but it was also Ajax’s. He didn’t want to mess anything up and despite him trying to reassure the other his nerves were locked in overdrive.

The redhead slowly pulled the belt out of its loops before dropping it to the floor. The metal hit the ground with a loud thump that echoed throughout the office. Ajax’s fingers undid the button to his jeans while also placing gentle kisses on his neck. Warm fingers slipped into the waistband of the designer's jeans before they were pushed down without detaching from his neck. 

However, the designer ended up pulling away slightly. “Why am I the only one naked?”

Ajax pulled back from his neck to grin down at him, “if you want my clothes off then,” he leaned closer. “Take them off yourself.”

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes into slits before quickly pushing his hands under his hoodie. The model hissed at the coldness of his fingers. His hands were soft like dolls but they were always freezing. Almost no time was given in between as Scaramouche forced the hoodie over his head. He tried to be as careful as he could to not hurt his already injured arm. Next, the dark-haired male removed his shirt which put his whole torso on display. His fair skin dusted with freckles all across his body. He has only ever seen him shirtless once or twice for a beach photoshoot for their summer line. 

The wrapping that covered his arm from his wrist to his shoulder unfortunately covered the freckles that lay there. He didn’t even realize how much he had been staring until Ajax broke the silence. “See something you like?”

Those indigo eyes slowly looked up before he raised an eyebrow, “don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

Scaramouche moved his hand down to his jeans to unbutton them before sinking his hand down into his pants. Ajax shivered at his feather-light touch which Scaramouche greedily took in. He enjoyed the power he held over him and the way a simple touch already had him shaking. He wrapped his around Ajax’s hardening dick and gave him two single pumps as the redhead leaned forward to rest his forehead on the designer's shoulder in an attempt to recollect himself but found it impossible. He let his soft lips ghost over his collar before pressing a kiss to the pulse point on Scaramouche’s neck. 

He placed another which turned into a soft bite and then a soft suck. If Scaramouche wanted to tease then Ajax would also get his payback for that mark he had left on him on his neck a while back. When the designer realized what he was trying to do his hand retreated. 

Scaramouche gasped, “no marks.” His demand was ignored and when he went to grab Ajax to stop him his wrists were immediately taken. Since Ajax stood between his legs he was completely immobilized as the bite only increased in strength. “Ajax, I swear to god.”

When Ajax finally unlatched himself from his neck a small pop was heard. He admired his work proudly while he could feel the other boys burning glare. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to give you another one.”

“You piece of-,” his sentence was cut off by Ajax hungrily taking his lips with his own. In all his days of wandering Teyvat he never would have thought he’d feel as loved as he did now. Something about the way Ajax kissed him as if he was afraid he’d disappear the moment he pulled away. Afraid that maybe he would change his mind if given the chance to come to his senses when it was obvious he wouldn’t wish for anything else.

Ajax pulled back but not before taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. It wasn’t hard but it was enough to tell him he was getting impatient and needy.

“Greedy thing,” Scaramouche whispered as his hand once again slipped into Ajax’s jeans to shove them down fully this time. 

“Ahh-,” the model moaned as the designer palmed him in his hand again. The room felt like it was blasting heat directly onto him making it harder to think around the amounts of clouds his already foggy mind. He felt a small knot begin to form in his stomach so he quickly grabbed Scaramouche’s wrist to stop him. “W-wait, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

“Don’t you want that?”

“I’d rather,” he kissed him softly before pulling away, “finish inside you.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip asking for entrance. When he was given it he shoved his tongue into the other's mouth and drank in all the sounds that came from him. As they fought one another with their tongues Ajax pushed the final piece of clothing on Scaramouche’s body down which was his boxers. His hand slipped between them to gently stroke him. When his hand made contact the designer's focus on the kiss immediately faltered. Ajax pulled away to look at the designer's face one last time. Cheeks flushed beautifully, indigo eyes drowning in uncertainty but full of lust, and his slightly messed up hair. Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it.

Scaramouche was gently turned around and soon found his chest meeting with his desk as he was bent over it. Ajax placed his hands beside his hips on the desk as he leaned over him. He pressed his soft, swollen lips to the space between his shoulder blades. Scaramouche could feel Ajax hovering above him as his hardened length pressed against him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He asked as he took himself into his hand, he spread his precum around his tip for an easier way in. He guided himself into the boys' entrance who lay beneath him. He pushed only the tip in and waited to make sure Scaramouche wasn’t in any pain.

The designer let out a small gasp at the new feeling but it wasn’t unwelcome. It was different but it didn’t hurt. He groaned as Ajax eased himself deeper into him. The paperwork beneath him would surely be ruined after this. Once Ajax was fully seethed inside he waited to make sure he was given confirmation to move. Scaramouche gave him a single nod which gave Ajax the opportunity to give him a test thrust. The moan that escaped the designer only fueling his need to do it again. “A-Aggh…” he moaned under his breath, unable to form any proper words at the moment. 

The model set a soft pace which he slowly increased over time. “Archons, you feel better than I thought.” He breathed out when he felt him clench around him.

Scaramouche had to remind himself to breathe as every movement inside of him was driving him insane. If someone had told him he would be allowing Ajax to fuck him two months ago he would have spit in their face. He clenched his teeth to avoid letting any more embarrassing moans out. 

Ajax leaned over him so his chest met with his back to place a kiss on the back of his ear. “You’re doing so well. So ngh-tight, Scara.” He whispered without his pace faltering. “I could fuck you like this every day.”

Scaramouche’s knuckles gripped at the desk as a tinge of annoyance bubbled inside him. “Can you shut the fuck up? Ah-!” His mouth draping open when Ajax hit a particular spot inside him, “n-nghh, r-right there.”

Ajax grinned against his skin as he put all his energy and focus into continuously hitting the spot that would make him see stars. “That feel good?”

“Stop talking.”

The sound in the room was obscene to say the least. Scaramouche reached his hand down that wasn’t gripping the desk to gently stroke himself. He circled his thumb over his tip before setting a constant pace for himself. He could feel the twitching of Ajax’s cock inside of him every time he moved which only seemed to make him harder. The desk slammed against the wall with each thrust harder than the last. Ajax grabbed his leg to lift it slightly to try to reach as deep as he could.

Ajax was entranced watching the way he slid in and out of him. Unable to remove his gaze from the way his hip met his pelvis with each movement. He leaned down to place a kiss on his spine then letting his tongue slide across his skin until he reached his neck. He relished in the way the designer’s skin erupted into goosebumps. A sense of pride filling his body from being able to cause that kind of reaction. The desk slammed against the wall with every movement. Thankfully, the only two people who used the office were currently in it. 

“You look like such a slut for a virgin,” the model teased.

Scaramouche clenched his jaw while trying to form any kind of words around the intense pleasure he was feeling. His body shook every time Ajax rocked into him. For him being a virgin as well this felt a little too good. “I hate you.”

Ajax felt that small knot forming again which told him he was close. When he said that he reached a hand around the designer to remove Scaramouche’s hand and take his length in his hand himself to give him a few pumps. The sound of his hips slamming into the designer only got louder as his thrusts got sloppily and messier. “I’m gonna cum,” Ajax hissed as slammed his hips into him one last time before he finished inside of him. His mind finally clear as his body reached ecstasy. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against his back. His bangs now sweaty and sticking to his forehead. 

The designer felt every breath hitting his back every time Ajax breathed out. “I didn’t finish,” Scaramouche said as he pushed himself up to his elbows. Ajax lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder at him. He pulled out so they could both stand upright. When Ajax looked down he could tell he had been telling the truth. His still hardened dick twitching, almost begging to be given the release it so desperately needed. 

Ajax smiled as turned him around and sunk to his knees then gripped at the flesh on the designer's thighs. “Let me help you with that.” He gently traced the underside of his cock with his fingertip. Just barely giving him what he needed. He moved forward as he opened his mouth and licked the underside of his dick before slowly taking the tip in his mouth. He used his tongue to swirl around his length before taking more of him into his warm, inviting cave. He hoped his inexperience and uncertainty didn’t show through his actions.

Scaramouche tried to avoid the moan clawing its way out of his throat but when Ajax hummed against his length the vibrations set him off. He threw his head back as that same moan came out louder than he wished it had. 

His pace was slow, too slow. He bobbed his head to a rhythm but not to one Scaramouche liked. Scaramouche suddenly reached down to grip the sides of his head. “Sorry, Ajax, but you know I care about you, right?”

Ajax blinked up at him and since he was unable to respond with words he gave a small nod.

“Good,” he breathed out as he gently brushed his bangs out of his face so he could properly see those ocean eyes. “Because I’m about to use you like I don’t.”

The model wasn’t given any time to process his words when Scaramouche started to harshly thrust himself into his mouth. His length almost reaching the back of his throat every time. Ajax’s fingers dug deeper into his thighs trying to stabilize himself while every part of himself felt like it was about to explode. 

Scaramouche felt the knot in his stomach tightening as the warmth around his dick was too good not to lose his mind on. Not to mention the way Ajax would brush his tongue constantly against the underside of his length. He felt himself twitching as the sounds emitting from the boy below him were heavenly. He opened his eyes to see Ajax up at him with a look full of lust but also love. Ajax wasn’t doing this out of just lust. He was doing it because he loved him and that thought was terrifying, but for now, he wanted to focus on finishing.

A few more thrusts into his mouth and Scaramouche felt himself cum so hard he almost saw stars. His vision went spotty for a moment as his hands slowly released from the sides of Ajax’s head. He leaned back against the desk in an attempt to try to not fall down from the shaking of his thighs. The model removed his mouth much to the designer's dismay to get back to his feet. His thumb swiped at his bottom lip where a bit of cum had dripped out the side. “For someone who hates sweets, you sure do taste sweet.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes but wasn’t given a chance to respond when that same thumb was suddenly shoved into his mouth and pressed down on his tongue. “Agh-!”

“Archons, you’re so,” the redhead breathed out at a loss for words. He watched a bit of drool slip out of his mouth and wasted no time licking it off. “You do things to me that I didn’t even know were possible,” he whispered. 

Scaramouche grabbed his wrist to force his hand out of his mouth, “next time, you need to learn to stop talking so much.”

Ajax smiled, “but I love the way your nose scrunches up when you get mad.” He leaned in for a kiss but all he got was a hand over his mouth.

“That’s enough.”

“You’re no fun.”

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Ajax’s head perked up at the mention of that guy from earlier still unhappy with his actions towards his boyfriend. He would have gotten up to ask more questions but now that he was shirtless he got up to try to find something in Scaramouche’s luggage that would fit him. He didn’t hear the rest of their conversation but he heard when the door shut. The model barely even heard the sound of the other boy approaching as he picked up a t-shirt and held it at arm's length to see if it would fit. 

However, he didn’t get a chance to try it on when Scaramouche took a hold of the back of his arm to yank him to his feet. Ajax barely had any time to process the situation when he was suddenly pushed back and landed on the mattress with a thump. He grunted as he pushed himself up to his elbows to fix the designer with a glare but it melted away when he was suddenly straddled above him. A warm hand immediately slid onto the cold flesh of Scaramouche’s thigh. 

“What are you doing?” Ajax asked breathlessly. His freckled cheeks burning at the close proximity. It wasn’t often Scaramouche took to making the first move of anything so Ajax felt his muscles tightening at the change of behavior. The bell around his neck dinging as he looked down at Ajax as if he was nothing more than a mere worm to him but there was also a softness to his gaze. Though small it was still there.

“I’m making good on my promise,” the designer leaned down to whisper directly in his ear with a devilish smirk as his eyes danced with mischief. “I’m going to have you beg for mercy.”

A warmth immediately flooded through his entire body which made the skin under his freckled cheeks light up. An enchanting sight to behold with one’s eyes. However, unsure how to react or what to do Ajax instead just laid beneath him. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Scaramouche asked, his hand slowly slithered from his face down to his neck. He pressed his thumb into the pulse point and relished in how fast his heart was beating. To think he was already acting like this after only a few mere words. 

Ajax forced himself to swallow as his head was slightly tilted back. The designer moved forward to press a gentle kiss right under his jaw. “No, I just, uh, you know, you’ve never done this before so I..” Already embarrassed at the fact that he couldn’t get the damn words out of his mouth he decided to just stop before he made it worse. He shivered as a pair of cold hands slithered around to grip at the skin by his waist.

Ajax had to swallow the sounds he so desperately wanted to make as Scaramouche pressed his lips on his neck slowly going down to his collarbone. He felt the harsh sensation of him nipping at his skin before he gently sucked it. When Scaramouche pulled off with a small pop he admired the way Ajax’s pale skin reddened. He deserved to be covered in those things. A reminder of who did them and who he was going to be begging for in a moment. 

Ajax squinted one eye shut as Scaramouche traveled from his collarbone up to his jaw, not leaving a single space untouched. The air in the hotel room felt almost intoxicating with the way it made Ajax’s head spin. A small gasp slipped out when a pair of hands made their way to his belt. He hadn’t been able to put on a shirt since Scaramouche grabbed him before he was able to so the entire upper half of his body was already exposed.

The sound of the metal being unclasped filled the room as the designer slowly pulled the belt out of the loops. It was tossed to the ground forgotten with a small thud. Those same hands then undid the button and tried to pull the zipper down. However, with the way his jeans were bunched, it kept getting stuck on the way down. Now annoyed, Scaramouche slipped his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled. He pulled them apart with enough to break the metal zipper which forced his jeans to abide by his will.

Ajax gasped, “Scara! What the hell? I liked these jeans.”

“Shut up,” Scaramouched kissed him harshly. “I’ll make you new ones.”

Damn it, how could he stay mad at him after that? Ajax groaned as their tongues met, he felt his tongue explore the cave of his mouth with intense focus. Despite the lack of air in their lungs neither refused to pull away too focused on wanting to be closer. Ajax placed his hands on the mattress as he leaned back when Scaramouche leaned over him. With one hand on his neck, the other moved down his body and into his now torn jeans. 

Against his will, Ajax ended up pulling away when he felt Scaramouche cup him in his palm. A small string of salvia kept their mouths connected while Ajax’s tongue draped out of his mouth. With the way his freckled cheeks flushed, Scaramouche could get drunk on the look alone.

He started out at an agonizingly slow pace that ran from the tip of Ajax’s dick slowly down to the base where he gently squeezed. The model's breath hitched while his head tilted back. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to try to not let his dick do all the thinking. 

“That feel good?” The designer whispered and his only response was a pathetic whimper and a small nod. Ajax’s neck was angelically exposed for indigo eyes to drink in. He quickly latched himself onto the exposed skin and began to suck. He could feel every heartbeat against his lips.

“Faster…please…” Ajax whispered. “I-,” his sentence cut out from a particularly loud moan that filled his body with shame. He wasn’t even trying to stay quiet anymore.

With the way Scaramouche expertly stroked him sent him to heaven and back. If this was how he was meant to die then he’d gladly let this be his last breath. The designer's hand traveled back to the tip of his cock where he let his thumb roll over the slit on the top. It earned him another beautiful sound that echoed in his throat. When ocean eyes finally opened back up they were glazed with honey as they stared into the designers. His brows knit together as his mouth draped open but no sound came out. If he was already unable to think then he was in for one hell of a ride.

Scaramouche slowly lowered himself down to his waist to fully push his jeans off, leaving him completely exposed to the cold hotel air. He placed a single kiss right below his belly button before hovering his mouth over Ajax’s dick. Ajax could feel his hot breath testing his limits as it felt like it was wrapping around him. 

Right before he took him into his hot, wet cave he smirked up at him. Gazing up at the redhead through his lashes to appear innocent. “Tell me what you want. Be specific.”

Ajax felt his brows raise, “a-are you-ngh, serious right now?”

“I’m sorry,” he tilted his head which made his bangs fall to the side. “I’m not so sure I understand.”

The sight of Scaramouche between his legs with his cock in his hand and his mouth barely even an inch away there was absolutely no fight in him to argue. “Fine,” he huffed. “I want you to..,” he glanced away. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh?” Scaramouche hadn’t been expecting that. Well, in a way he had but he kind of just expected him to ask him to finish sucking him off. “Well, would you prefer me to suck you off or fuck you?”

“For fuck’s sake, Scara. I don’t care! Just,” he huffed as he reached out to grab the sides of his head before shoving himself into his mouth. A gasp of joy left his lips, “that’s it…just like that. You’re so…wow.”

Unable to reply with words, Scaramouche narrowed his eyes with his mouth full. He considered biting him at a way to teach him a lesson but he truly couldn’t resist the twitching in his thighs and the moans he let out. So with little hesitation, he slowly started to bob his head up and down. He made sure to run his tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick which always earned him a special noise. He was beautiful like this. His hair looked disheveled, his eyes already begging him for release, dick twitching in his mouth. This was a full-course meal.

He hummed softly around the base of his cock which resulted in Ajax trying to close his legs. Scaramouche wouldn’t allow that so he placed his hands on his inner thighs and forced them to stay open. 

“A-Agh,” he whimpered as Scaramouche’s pace picked up. “Scara, holy shit, I-I’m already close-.” He stopped talking when he felt cold air circle around him. He gasped to tilt his head down to look at him, “what are you doing?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you come that easily, did you? I’ve barely heard anything from you.” He repeated his earlier actions and right as Ajax was about to finish he pulled off again. As he groaned in annoyance, Scaramouche moved up to straddle him to press his clothed erection against his. It was clear any little movement would either cause insane discomfort or intense pleasure for the model. He slowly moved his hips to press his lower half against him. 

When Ajax moved his hands forward to try to remove his clothing his wrists were immediately grabbed. “Not so fast.”

Ajax glared, “what do you mean? I’m the only one naked here.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Yours,” he shoved the designer off of him so his back met with the mattress so he could hover over him. He didn’t give him any time to understand how he had flipped positions as he pulled Scaramouche’s shirt off over his head. “Let me see all of you.” He wasted no time moving to his pants where he forced them off with lightning speed. Instead of moving down to his dick like Scaramouche had expected him to, he was met with a sweet and loving kiss. A tongue swiped at his bottom lip which he allowed to enter.

The designer's body burned anywhere Ajax ghosted his fingers over. They fit together like a puzzle piece which was funny to him considering he used to hate even being in the same room as Ajax. He felt Ajax’s hands grip his thighs where his nails gently dug into the flesh. They were then pulled apart to make room for said man to come in between. A feather-light touched traveled from his neck all the way down to his spine causing his body to jolt with electricity. However, today was not going to be his day. 

The redhead froze when his hand was stopped and used to twist him over onto his stomach. He grunted when the side of his face met the bed, “ow, Scara. What are you doing?”

Scaramouche moved to position himself behind him while keeping his arm in place, “tonight is not your night, freckles. You,” he placed his other hand on the center of Ajax’s back to gently push it down into the mattress so his backside was on display for him. “Are playing the role of my little beggar.”

He didn’t even realize the way he licked his lips at the sight before him. He removed his hand from his back to shove two fingers into the model's mouth to coat his fingers in his saliva. “Just be a good boy for once. You can do that, right?”

Ajax tried to speak around the fingers in his mouth but all that was heard was muttered gibberish. Once Scaramouche deemed them wet enough he removed them to bring them to Ajax’s entrance that waited for him. The designer swirled them around before gently easing them in. The way he felt Ajax clench around his fingers was damn near death sentencing. He added one, then two, then three fingers which he very slowly moved in and out of him. 

Ajax squirmed underneath him in the hope to try to get them deeper but he was given nothing. “Shit, Scara. Hurry up.”

Was that begging or a demand? Hmph, the designer wanted more. Once he fully removed his fingers he let his cock run along the crack of his ass while gently pushing his hips forward and back. “What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck you.”

Scaramouche leaned over him so his chest was flush against his back. He took a hold of his wrists to pin them to the bed while Ajax tried to glare over his shoulder at him, “wrong. That's what I’m about to do to you.” Without any further warning, Scaramouche shoved himself inside of him all the way to the end. Ajax’s body jolted at the sudden infiltration that made his back arch almost painfully. He wasn’t given any time to adjust to being penetrated or the stretch of his dick as Scaramouche immediately started to move. 

His hips moved fast and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the headboard of the bed hitting the wall could be heard throughout the entire room. Ajax had become so loud that Scaramouche was able to tune everything out and focus solely on those god damn moans. 

“O-Okay, wait-ngh, slow down,” the model was silenced after a hard thrust that practically forced his voice to stop working. He didn’t even realize the small amount of drool that was slipping out the corner of his mouth.

“Archons, you sound so pathetic when you beg. It’s beautiful.”  

He could feel Scaramouche twitching inside of him as his body clenched around him every time he bottomed out. He had never felt anything like this before. The thrill of battle was one thing but this was pleasure beyond anything imaginable. Ajax’s thighs twitched as he buried his face into the mattress. His body rocked with every harsh thrust forced into his body. 

This was better than any addiction. Any drug, any alcohol mora could buy. Scaramouche relished in the way his ass shook every time his hips met them with a harsh thrust. The skin was turning slightly red due to the repeated smack of skin. 

“F-Fuck-…!” Ajax moaned as his voice shook. Every movement felt like he had somehow managed to go deeper than the last. 

Scaramouche felt a proud grin stretch across his face, “who knew you’d be such a slut for dick, huh?” He put all his energy and focus into rocking in to him. “Feel good?”

Ajax wasn’t even able to reply. All he did was nod his head. Scaramouche took the wrists he had been pinning down and pulled them behind him which forced Ajax to lift from the mattress. He used Ajax’s arms as a handle grip for himself. The model's body was on the verge of overstimulation as he was now forced onto just his knees. 

The designer had leaned back slightly but made sure he pulled Ajax back so they never disconnected. “You’re practically sucking me back in,” Scaramouche moaned softly as he felt his bangs start to stick to his forehead. “How badly have you wanted this? How much have you dreamt of this exact moment, huh?”

The model didn’t even respond with words. All that was able to come out was, “a-ahh-!”

“You can do better than that. Is this really your best, Tartaglia?” He laughed as he let Ajax’s arms go but he was too weak to catch himself and fell down into the mattress. However, Scaramouche never once stopped forcing his dick all the way into him. Ajax could practically feel him in his stomach at this point.

Ajax spoke breathlessly, “Scara, I’m gonna cum…”

Suddenly everything stopped. Scaramouche ceased his movements as he stared down at the back of Ajax’s head. The model whined before he lifted his head to look over his shoulder at him, “what are you doing? I was almost finished.”

“Sucks for you,” the designer teased. “I don’t think I’ve heard enough that would make you deserve to cum, don’t you agree?” He leaned over so his chest was flush against his back once again. “Beg me. Beg me to let you finish and beg me to cum inside you.”

Ajax grunted softly as he pushed himself up to his elbows, “you’re being a bigger dick than usual.”

Scaramouche gave him a single but hard thrust to tell him he was pushing it. “Beg.”

His desperation was reaching an all-time low and so was his dignity, but damn it was he needy and the pain in between his legs was becoming unbearable. So with a soft sigh, he did as he asked. “Please…” he whispered.

“What was that? Didn’t hear you.”

Ajax rolled his eyes as he clenched his jaw, “please, Scara. Please just fuck me and cum inside me. I need it,” his voice lowered just a smidge. “I need it so badly that I feel like I can’t breathe. I just-I need you to move, please. Please stop denying me. I can’t take it anymore.”

A grin stretched across the indigo-haired male's face so wide that it made his eyes crinkle. “That’s more like it,” he whispered. “Tell me how you want it. Faster or deeper?”

“Both.”

“Alright, just remember you asked for it,” once he finished his sentence he immediately started moving again. Going as deep as he could and as fast to satisfy both of their needs. His eyes watched intently as he slid in and out of him and even glanced at the way Ajax’s hands tightly clutched the sheets of the bed.

Ajax’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his entire body felt like it was on fire. Just then Scaramouche reached his hand around his front to start quickly stroking Ajax’s dick that was already hurting from the constant deny of release.

“W-Wait,” Ajax stuttered as his head spun. “Too much, I’m gonna-ngh!” His mouth opened but no sound came out. All that could be heard was the sound of Scaramouche’s hips hitting him at the perfect spot. “Holy shit…there…there…”

The designer angled his hips to make sure he could repeatedly hit that same spot he so pathetically wanted. Scaramouche squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his own release coming. A few more thrusts and he felt Ajax’s entire body whither beneath him as he shouted. “Cumming!”

Ajax collapsed onto the bed with his body desperately heaving to catch his breath. However, Scaramouche didn’t stop since he hadn’t finished yet. He said he was going to come inside him and he planned on keeping that. It didn’t take much longer until Scaramouche finally felt that knot in his stomach burst and buried himself inside of Ajax as deep as he could. The model felt his dick shoot ropes of warm cum inside of him, filling him. Scaramouche gave a few more weak thrusts to make sure it stayed in as he tried to come down from his high. He had came so hard he had practically had seen stars.

Scaramouche pulled out slowly to make sure he got the last feel of him before he leaned over his back so his chest was flush against the boy beneath him. He gently kissed the skin behind his ear, “I’d apologize but I’m not the least bit sorry.”

He was smitten with the way Ajax’s cheeks were still flushed a beautiful red almost matching his fiery hair. “I’ll pay you back for this,” the model hissed but with the way he sounded so winded it didn’t sound very threatening.

“No, you won’t.”