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Dating Ajax was like a dream come true.
Perhaps Diluc was dramatising a little. Their relationship was fulfilling, fun, comfortable, and that was enough for him to consider it a dream. Honesty, communication, affection, conversation, and, though he knew it was less important than the other qualities, really good sex, all together left him satisfied. He felt so sincerely wanted, so adored, whenever they tumbled into bed together, which only happened more often since they adopted the label of boyfriends, and he honestly couldn’t think of anything he’d want to change. Ajax was sweet, he was funny, he was protective, he was complimentary and kind - what more could a guy ask for, really?
Nothing. So, Diluc didn’t ask for anything, because he was content, truly and utterly. Yet, without him asking, Ajax always seemed to read between the lines, figure out what he wanted before even Diluc himself could. He’d receive his favourite foods whenever he was in a crabby mood, would find cute handwritten notes slotted into his phone case and laptop if he had a difficult assignment that day, would feel solid hands on his back and a kiss pressed to the crown of his hair when insecurity racked him, and although that was rarer these days, it was still nice, assuring, to have someone notice every little change in his temperament, to care enough to do so.
Naturally, he felt a little bad when he struggled to return such cautious observation to Ajax. Emotions had never been Diluc’s forte, and he still found it hard to read expressions, changes in tone or mood, and it was far easier when Ajax just told him how he felt directly, which, luckily for the both of them, he was not shy of doing whatsoever. It was another reason Diluc loved him so much - they complimented each other. Ajax was bold and truthful and open, against Diluc’s more subdued, yet no less passionate, nature.
So, it was no surprise to him when Ajax approached him one afternoon, expression different than his usual chipper, laid-back smirk, tension obvious in his brows and jawline, in the twitch and fiddling of his fingers, with clear intention to tell him something, or ask him something, or just to have a discussion. Diluc set his laptop aside, patting the sofa cushion beside him, and shimmied closer to Ajax when he complied in sitting down, pleased when the other slung his arm around his shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Ajax mumbled into his hair. “Were you working?”
“Just replying to some e-mails, no big deal.” Diluc assured him quickly, curious at the nervous fidgeting his boyfriend kept engaging in, bouncing his leg, chewing on his lower lip, clicking his fingers over Diluc’s shoulder. “What’s up?”
“I just… There was something I wanted to ask you.” Ajax’s words were fragmented, and Diluc wondered if he should be worried. Usually, build ups to such discussions would alarm people, but with Ajax, he trusted him to be direct, even if he needed a little time to organise his thoughts. Instead of speaking, he merely nodded, urging the other to continue whenever he liked.
“So, I’ve been thinking, right-“ Ajax began, fumbling already, and sighed frustratedly at himself. “Sorry, tripping over my words. Bit nervous. Um-“ another pause, a deep breath, “-I was wondering, about us. You’re… satisfied, right? I mean that mostly in terms of, y’know, sex, but like… you’re satisfied with what we’ve got?”
Diluc frowned, confusion growing, finally planting the seed of anxiety in his stomach. What was Ajax intending to discuss? Was he dissatisfied? Instead of letting himself get worked up, Diluc swallowed back his uncertainty, and nodded firmly.
“Of course I am.” He was relieved when his voice came out stable, not betraying the ever-so-slightly quickened pace of his heart. “Are… you?”
“Yeah! Yes.” Ajax said hurriedly, picking up on Diluc’s baffled expression, on the downturn of his lips. “I love you, Doll, you know that. I just wanted to… ask something that I’ve been thinking of for a while. If you’re comfortable with that?”
Diluc nodded again. “Go ahead.”
“So.” Ajax said, averting his eyes, pulling at a scab on his lip with his canines, until Diluc poked his lip, tutting fondly, indicating for him to stop the bad habit. “I’m just gonna say it. Would you be interested in switching things up a bit? I mean… literally. Like, would you…” A flush had risen over the bridge of his nose, and Diluc felt a flutter in his chest. Even though they’d been dating for a little while now, he still couldn’t get over how sweet it was when Ajax became flustered around him.
“Go on.” He said again, encouraging, leaning into Ajax’s space, pressing his weight against his side, resting one hand, palm-down, over his thigh, squeezing lightly, stopping him from bouncing it, but it only made Ajax’s blush deepen.
“What I’m trying to ask is- um- would you be cool with… topping me… maybe?” His voice dwindled, dropping into something squeaky and quiet, and despite being taller than Diluc, he shrank down into the cushion of the couch, hiding his face with his free hand, a groan escaping him. “Even though I trust you, it’s so fucking embarrassing to ask outright, ugh.”
Diluc’s pulse was already racing, just at the suggestion. Somehow, it hadn’t really entered his head before - like he’d said, he was satisfied. He enjoyed time with Ajax, whether calm and romantic, or heated and passionate, and hadn’t really delved into consideration of changing anything, but this? This made his nerves tingle, heat spread beneath his skin, his mouth becoming dry with nervous intrigue. Him? Topping? He looked down pointedly, to the flat space beneath the fabric of his slacks, and mulled it over, already knowing what he wanted, just from the way his breaths picked up at the mere thought of it.
“I’d like to.” He said, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. “But, um, I haven’t, before. Ever. So it’d be… a new experience. Is that alright?”
“Of course!” Ajax exclaimed, excitement evident from Diluc’s agreement, and he lurched forwards from where he had melted into the sofa, grasping both of Diluc’s hands tightly, bringing them up to his lips to kiss, affectionate as always. “It’s been a while since I… y’know… too. So we’d just take it slow, try it out, right?”
“Right.” Diluc agreed, apprehension burning him from the inside. “But, you know, obviously I don’t have the… equipment… for this. So I’ll need to order something.”
“Why don’t we look together?” Ajax suggested, a little shyly, and Diluc suppressed a chuckle at how coy he could still be, despite how many times they’d been vulnerable around one another, and how raucous he could be when he wanted. “I know a little bit. I can be your dick-finding assistant.”
Ah, there was that boldness. Back to typical Ajax.
“Shut up, oh my God.” Diluc said with a smile, punching Ajax lightly on the arm, before leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his jaw, a promise. “But yes, sure. Let me finish up my emails, and then I’m all yours. We can get comfy in bed; d’you wanna go make drinks?”
Ajax’s grin and the ruffle of his hair as he left for the kitchen was more than enough to spur Diluc onwards, and he resumed his work with vigour, the thrill of something new and prospective playing wildly on his mind.
-
He had thought this whole ordeal was going to be humiliating, but as Diluc sat in his pyjamas with Ajax, cosied up beneath his duvet, laptop balanced over both of their laps, a cup of hot tea in one hand, it felt so casual, unbelievably natural and easy, despite what they were doing.
What they were doing was browsing a selection of websites, scrolling through options for different straps, and Diluc was learning a shocking amount about his boyfriend. He thought he knew him pretty well by now, and he did , but not in this context. He didn’t know at all about Ajax’s preferences for bottoming, what type of thing he found pleasurable or exciting, and felt his mind welling with the information, trying to store as much of it as possible for when he needed it, to know exactly what made Ajax tick, what buttons to press to do a good job.
It was intimidating, a scary prospect, to tackle something he’d never done before, but the desire in his heart and gut won out, overflowing, making his skin tingle, and he couldn’t find it in himself to want to back out. Not only did he want to please Ajax, to try something new, but also the sheer euphoria he got from just the thought of it was incredible. He’d come to terms with his body, by now, was going through all the steps he needed to become the version of himself he could love the most. Testosterone, binding, voice training; it had all done so much for him, but even then, he still had tits, still didn’t have a dick, and he’d accepted that he never would have, not inclined to get bottom surgery, purely out of personal preference. But this? Getting to pick and choose one for himself, with the sole intention of fucking Ajax deep… it made him ecstatic. Pleasing his partner, the one dearest to him, and finally getting to experience that feeling of power, of giving rather than receiving; he was unbearably excited, and Ajax picked up on it, squishing his face and teasing him each time Diluc’s eyes zeroed in on a product that caught his interest.
“What type of thing do you like the most?” Diluc asked, taking a long sip from his mug, clicking around on the website, onto the second page of options. He had a few tabs open, not all straps, just playing around with ideas. Ajax stuck his bottom lip out in thought, a hum escaping him.
“I like a challenge.” He said after a moment, lips curling into a cat-like grin. “Interpret that however you like.”
Diluc considered his words for a moment, blinking absently as the light from the screen filtered through his eyelashes. A challenge, huh? Most would take that to simply mean ‘big’ , but Diluc knew Ajax. Something unrealistic would be pointless, and since it was his first time trying this out, he wanted something manageable, more versatile. Plus, Ajax had said he hadn’t done this in a while, so it’d be stupid to order the biggest toy he could find, only to mess up and leave them both dissatisfied. But, still, challenges came in many forms.
Diluc pursed his lips, switching back to a tab he’d opened earlier, tilting the screen to show Ajax more directly.
“This one caught my eye.” He said flatly, though his monotone voice didn’t totally mask the thrill he felt. “What d’you think? Be honest.”
“‘S hot.” Ajax said immediately, leaning forward and squinting at the screen. “And it’d suit you.”
Diluc felt his face flare at his comment. The ‘one’ in question was a strap, highly rated for stability and comfort, baby pink in colour, with a harness to match, ribbed, and a promising seven inches, though Diluc suspected Ajax was the type to enjoy more, he didn’t want to jump in at the deep end only to drown. This was enough for him, for a first try, but the aforementioned challenge came in the broader girth of it, and from the way Ajax’s face lit up as he scanned the preview image, Diluc knew it was a good choice. He couldn’t envision how it’d feel, to connect to the other in this new way, to chase pleasure from a different angle, but goddamn, was he willing to try.
“Do you prefer any of the others?” He asked in a mutter, timidness overtaking his comfort. Ajax shook his head quickly, before promptly dropping it onto Diluc’s shoulder, nuzzling into the space between his neck and shoulder, breath warm on his skin.
“That one’s cute.” He said, insistent. “And it’s a good starting point. It looks like it’d feel good. You know it goes in you, too, right?”
“Of course I do.” Diluc grumbled, face incredibly warm. He was new to this specific thing, but he wasn’t dumb, nor inexperienced overall. Part of the reason he’d selected that one specifically was because of the shape it boasted on his end, the curve and swell of the insert easy on the eyes, something he could imagine snugly settled between his legs. The more he thought about it, the more this enthralled him, and he swallowed back drool collecting on his tongue, feeling the familiar dampness of arousal in his underwear.
“Sweet.” Ajax said, unaware of his issue, and took over with the laptop, clicking along to the order screen. “So, the toy, the harness, a new bottle of lube, cleaner… that’s all so far. D’you want anything else? I don’t mind buying you a little something, too.”
Diluc was sure his skin couldn’t get any hotter, he wanted to curl up and hide beneath his duvet, but took the final swig of his tea instead, setting the mug down with a little too much force. “What do you mean?” He asked, voice quiet, finally deciding to just let himself bask in the embarrassment, ducking his head as he snuggled under Ajax’s arm. He heard a chuckle from the other, and clung to him, trying to chase away the uncharacteristic shyness that had overtaken him with this new territory in their relationship.
“I mean I want to spoil you.” Ajax said, back on the browse page, and Diluc watched with a dry throat and clammy hands. “You’ve never brought a toy out before, I’ve never seen one around here.” He gestured around Diluc’s bedroom absently, still scrolling. “Do you have any?”
“No.” Diluc said with a frown. “I’ve just always used my fingers.”
“Huh, okay.” Ajax nodded along, chewing on his lip again, and Diluc sighed at the sight, guiding him by the jaw to lean down, locking him into a kiss, if only to get him to stop biting all the skin off from his mouth. Ajax melted into the touch in an instance, and Diluc felt himself dripping into his panties a little more, heat coiled in his gut from all the focus on the erotic. When they broke apart, Ajax smiled, a little dazed. “That’s fine, and all. But I wanna treat you, since you’re willing to try out this new thing with me. Let’s see…” He re-focused his attention on the laptop, and Diluc watched with bated breath. “I need to get you a vibrator.” Ajax said, with utter confidence, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, and Diluc only slightly wanted to die. “You’d love it, I swear. I wanna see you try it out. Here.” He poked his tongue out the corner of his lips as he clicked, and Diluc watched, eyes widening as Ajax continued to browse and add, item after item, and he was beyond counting the total price, at this point.
“Ajax, that’s a lot of money.” He said quietly, just pointing it out, but his boyfriend shrugged, turning to kiss his forehead.
“Yep! I want to spend it on you. If you don’t mind.”
Diluc sighed fondly, pressing his face into Ajax’s chest, breathing him in. “If you want to spend your money on me, I won’t say no, but you don’t have to.”
“Too bad, it’s done.” Ajax said after a moment, and Diluc could hear the grin in his voice. “Kinda exciting, right? A bunch of new stuff for both of us to use.”
“Together.” Diluc added, and smiled as he felt Ajax shudder in anticipation, felt familiar arms circle him and hug him tighter.
“Together.” Ajax echoed, flipping the laptop lid closed and setting it on Diluc’s bedside table, before tugging him down beneath the covers. Having Ajax’s hands on him, warm even through the fleecy fabric of his pyjamas, was so tempting, and after mulling over goddamn sex toys for so long, envisioning all the ways he’d use them with the other, Diluc was positively soaked , panties damp with cooling slick where they stuck against the burning skin between his thighs, and he whined lightly when Ajax drew him against his chest. “Oh?” The other made a pleased sound, lips finding their way to Diluc’s neck, and the redhead shivered as Ajax began to lick at his skin. “Someone’s excited, huh?”
“Of course I am.” Diluc grumbled, sighing as he felt a throb in his abdomen. “Just imagining using all the stuff you bought… ah.” He cut himself off, eyelids fluttering closed as Ajax shifted, one of his legs pressing up between Diluc’s thighs, a perfect surface for him to grind down on, and he rolled his hips eagerly, shivering. Ajax purred in his ear, nipping at the lobe, teasing him with teeth and tongue as Diluc let his mind focus only on each satisfying press of his clothed cunt against Ajax’s leg, the layers of fabric bunching up and shifting against his sensitive nerves, exactly as he wanted it, needed it.
It didn’t take him long to get off, shuddering and breathing heavily into Ajax’s chest, low-level pleasure seeping through his body, making him lax and sleepy, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care about the discomfort of his sticky underwear, too comfortable in Ajax’s arms, with the promise of more in the back of his mind.
It was like that he drifted off to sleep, content and excited in one.
-
The packages arrived a few days later.
They were inconspicuous, discreet, and thank God for that, because the boxes piled up quickly, leaving the delivery guy looking baffled, and slightly inconvenienced. Diluc found himself breaking a sweat as he carried them in twos from his apartment’s door to his room, huffing as he dropped the last one onto his duvet. For once, Ajax wasn’t staying over, or hanging around in his kitchen, but Diluc couldn’t find it in himself to complain, because seeing everything laid out before him on his bed, although still secured away in cardboard, was really embarrassing; he didn’t need Ajax having more teasing material against him, at least not before he could collect himself more aptly.
Curiosity overwhelmed him, and he peered over the tape sealing each box, tapping his foot against the floor. Ajax had paid for everything, so it wasn’t right to open it without him here, but could he wait til the next time they saw each other? Diluc wasn’t sure, and huffed out a breath of indulgence, prying open the tape of one box with his thumb nail, lips pursed in concentration as to not give himself a nasty paper cut.
A flush ran through him as he unwrapped the contents, finally face to face with his first vibrator. It shouldn’t make him feel so hot - he’d had sex plenty of times, with other people before Ajax, and he was in his mid-twenties, for fuck’s sake, yet something about this was different . This was all about his pleasure, the sole purpose of the toy was to satiate him, and Ajax had got it for him. It made him feel stupidly special, and he buried his face in the palm of his free hand, willing away the searing heat beneath his eyes.
Encouraged by the deep-rooted burst of happiness he got from this - from being spoiled - Diluc tore open the next box, and the next after that, and so on, smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he searched through all the gifts, flustered yet interested in equal parts. There was an ample range of things, some for Ajax, too, he presumed, though they’d all been to his address, under his name. Being honest with himself, he didn’t even know what some of these things did, and opted to just ignore everything besides the vibrator for now - that was what Ajax had specified wanting to buy him, so he wanted to explore with it most of all.
But, how, exactly? He knew how to get himself off, easy, but changes to his routine usually alarmed him a little, and he stared quizzically at the toy, a wand vibrator, intimidating in size despite still being tucked away in it’s packaging, and heaved a sigh, pulling his phone from his pocket to text Ajax a not-at-all subtle photograph of the box, with a simple message attached:
‘Help? x’
-
Diluc’s surprise when Ajax showed up at his apartment not even an hour later was genuine; he’d been half-joking, trying to tease, but the other’s face was dead-set and serious when Diluc opened the door, steel-blue eyes narrowed and dark, face dyed pink beneath his freckles, and he didn’t waste a second as Diluc opened his mouth to greet him, instantly grasping his jaw in strong hands, tilting his head to lock him in a fervent kiss. Diluc was weak to the display of control, his legs trembling, and he melted into the touch, reciprocating with quickly growing excitement. Whatever they opted to do, he was getting to try something new today.
Ajax walked him backwards, down the short corridor space that led to his bedroom, and they slipped through the door as one, lips still melded together, Diluc hot and pliant already, eager and wanton in a show of desire, but he paused when Ajax did, looking over his shoulder to the unpacked pile on his bedsheets.
With a good-natured laugh, though the undertones were shaky with want, Ajax licked against the seam of Diluc’s lips, parting them and sucking on his tongue, wet and messy with purpose, breaths heavy and hot, before he drew away again, knocking their foreheads together fondly.
“Couldn’t even wait til I next came round?” He asked through a chuckle, and Diluc twisted his face into an attempt at a scowl, feigning displeasure to hide his embarrassment. “Baby’s so impatient.” Ajax’s voice was light, but low, a mutter in the intimate space between them, making Diluc squirm where he stood. It was exactly as Ajax said - he was incredibly impatient, only more so with each second that passed where they remained apart, and clothed.
“I am.” He finally forced himself to speak, wrinkling his nose at how humiliated it made him feel to admit. He didn’t consider himself desperate by any means, but Ajax always managed to get him hot and bothered, and kickstart his sex drive regardless of his prior mood. “So do what you came here to do. Help me.” Leaning into Ajax’s chest, he batted his eyelashes, a pout playing on his lips. “Please?” He’d never beg, but a little pleading was something he was more than willing to do, if it got him his way (which it always had done, so far).
Ajax breathed out harshly, carding one hand through Diluc’s ponytail, twirling silky vermillion strands around his index finger, unable to resist the sweet way his boyfriend looked at him, eyes big and pretty, pupils dilating, and before Diluc knew it he was being pushed backwards, thighs hitting his mattress. He lay back happily, ignoring the remaining boxes on his bed, and groaned when Ajax decided to be sensible, for once in his life, moving the stuff off onto the floor, leaving Diluc to huff with frustration and kick his feet in momentary boredom.
“I haven’t forgotten what we agreed on, by the way.” Diluc said breathily as Ajax crowded him against his sheets, braced above him, a perfect shadow cast over his piercing gaze. “Get me off good, And I’ll make it worth your while later.” His eyes flickered to where the packaged strap-on now lay, innocent in ambiguity, on the floor by the end of his bed. “If you still want that.”
“There’s nothing I want more.” Ajax said quickly, words leaving him in a rush, and then he was licking into Diluc’s mouth again with relentless force, hands wandering, practiced, yet ever-curious, smoothing over his ribs, down to the dip of his stomach, and then back up again, thumb brushing the swell of his breast. Diluc wasn’t wearing his binder, didn’t feel the need to do so around Ajax anymore, at least not at home, and was glad for it in this moment, pleased by the warmth of a hand touching him so sensitively, and he arched up into his boyfriend’s palm, an encouraging hum spilling from his parted lips.
“Where’d you put your new toy?” Ajax asked in a smooth growl as he ran his tongue over Diluc’s throat, rendering the other incapable of a response for a moment, too fixated on the press of wet muscle against his pulse.
“‘S in the bathroom.” He said with a quiet gasp. “Charged it and washed it as soon as I got it.”
“Always prepared, hm?” Ajax smiled into his neck, nipping at his skin teasingly, and Diluc’s hips twitched upwards in search of friction, though he was met with empty air when Ajax pulled away with a smirk, turning his back on him to head into the bathroom adjacent, leaving Diluc breathless and needy after only a few seconds of light petting. Embarrassing .
He was torn from feeling sheepish when the other returned, toy in hand, and instantly opened his legs, the shame of being so openly hungry for touch admittedly turning him on more. Ajax grinned at him, a Cheshire smile, and thumbed at the waistband of Diluc’s slacks, tugging them down in one fluid motion, leaving him in only his panties and shirt.
“Seeing you like this always makes me want to forget the plan and just eat you out.” Ajax mumbled mournfully, eyes tracing the chub of Diluc’s inner thigh, the seam of skin where his legs connected to his torso, the elusive spot hidden by thin white fabric. “Knowing how good you taste doesn’t help.”
Diluc rolled his eyes with a huff, spreading his legs further, insistent, presenting himself as wantonly as possible, arching his back to enhance the curve of his ass, the supple cut of his waist, satisfied at the sharp intake of breath from Ajax.
“I know.” He said, mockingly soothing. “You like having your face in my pussy too much for your own good. It’s cute, but I’m not indulging you today. Use the toys you spent so much of your money on, c’mon.” He nodded down between his legs, trailing one hand over his panties, touch fluttering over the fabric in a tease, shivering at the sensation of wet cotton against his fingertips. “Better hurry up, or I’ll just do it myself.”
That seemed to snap Ajax out of his haze, and he bit his lower lip, hands flitting to press at the inner side of Diluc’s knees, easing him open further, before he brushed two fingers over the damp fabric, and Diluc relished even that, just the slightest hint of warmth from Ajax’s lithe fingers making him wriggle, pressing his hips down insistently. In his momentary distraction, Ajax clicked a button, and a soft, near-whisper buzzing sound resounded in Diluc’s ears, lashes fluttering, breath bated.
The first touch of the toy to his clit, despite being through a layer of cloth, was electrifying. Such a gentle sensation, yet unyielding, vibrations far more persistent and regular than anything his own hand could offer, with no room for human error, and Diluc’s eyes rolled back as they closed of their own accord, whilst he found himself immediately enamoured by the soothing sensation. It was almost like a massage, the steady thrum against his dripping cunt only serving to draw more slick from between folds of warm skin, and he exhaled slowly, breath catching in his throat, drawing a whine from between spit-glistened lips. When Ajax chuckled, Diluc forced one eye open to get a glimpse of him, heart shooting into his throat at the sight. He held the toy with the same elegance he did a pen when writing letters home, when holding a knife with care in the kitchen, when offering his hand out lovingly for Diluc to hold, so sure of himself, seemingly practiced to perfection, and he drove that point home with a short flick of his wrist, easing the trembling head of the wand over the now-soaked material of Diluc’s underwear.
“Off.” Diluc demanded, struggling to steady his hands, shaky from arousal and adrenaline, to reach down and wrangle his panties off around his thighs. Ajax leaned over to help, but in doing so deprived him of that persistent vibration, and Diluc whined loudly, brows furrowing into a bratty pout, and he batted at Ajax’s shoulder in a lighthearted temper, earning himself a tut as Ajax eased his panties off entirely, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
“Don’t be a bitch, Doll.” Ajax chided, pressing him down to lie flat, hiking one of his legs up to rest on his shoulder, pushing the other one aside to keep Diluc spread wide. He smiled sweetly, a contrast to the near-insult he’d just dealt, and pressed the wand back against Diluc’s pussy, now bare, slick shining on raw, pink skin. Diluc hissed at the new sensation, the pliant give of silicone alongside the subtle force of Ajax’s hand dealing the pressure utterly euphoric, and he felt the throb in his heart and abdomen speed up in tandem, thighs tensing as the coil in his gut wound tight, sudden and intense.
“Mm!” He managed to make a mere sound, before his calves were tensing too, one over Ajax’s shoulder, and just as he was about to let pleasure gently ripple through him, the vibrations sped up at the press of a button, and Ajax laughed, gleeful and clearly free of guilt, as Diluc felt himself shoved off the sheer cliff of his growing tension, orgasm hitting him like a fucking freight train, making him spasm wildly against the relentless tremour of the toy, and still Ajax didn’t pull away, instead applying more pressure, grasping Diluc’s leg, keeping it bracketed by his neck, merciless despite the giddy expression on his face. Diluc moaned around the thick spit collecting in his throat, tossing his head back and pressing it into his duvet, tears pricking at his eyes, hot as they welled from overstimulation. But, he didn’t cry out in distress, didn’t ask for Ajax to stop, because he could feel the gush of fluid from his hole, dripping down the silicone of the wand, the steady vibrations growing pleasurable again after the moments of overwhelming agony passed by, and he quickly relaxed into the sensation again, giving himself up willingly to Ajax’s controlled hand.
“Fuuuuck.” Ajax drawled, rubbing circles into Diluc’s pussy with the toy, returning it to its lowest setting, and Diluc huffed in frustration, settling Ajax with a glare, red-hot and fiery, and his boyfriend quickly ramped up the settings again, watching in fascination as Diluc sank back into bliss. “Isn’t it a bit much now, baby? I mean, you just came-“
“Don’t care.” Diluc said flippantly, though the effect was lessened by the whines that broke free from his lips every few moments. “Do that again… what you did. Turning it up at the last second…”
“You liked that, hm?” Ajax echoed quietly, smirk playing on his lips, and Diluc refrained from rolling his eyes at how easily the other’s ego swelled when he got something right. It was endearing, he thought, even if it was juvenile. “So… you like overstimulation?”
“Stop talking.”
“Yessir.”
Diluc lost himself to the persistent buzz of the vibrator as the minutes ticked onwards, lost himself to Ajax’s confident manoeuvring of the thing, the feeling of his soft sheets against his bare ass and legs, crying and whining and demanding more as he so desired, letting himself be swept away by the tide of his whims, ordering Ajax around to his heart’s content. He didn’t even realise he was doing it, until he came for the… seventh? eighth? time, and finally waved a hand, indicating for his boyfriend to relent at last, breaths coming heavy, body trembling from the exertion and overwhelming amount of stimulation. His clit felt raw, and he glanced down with bleary eyes, licking his dry lips as he took in the puffy pink of his skin, able to feel his pulse in every inch of his flesh.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Dee.” Ajax said, and Diluc briefly wondered if he’d been too much , so was relieved to see frantic awe etched into Ajax’s handsome features, his eyes uncharacteristically wide, the corners of his lips tilted upwards, dimples creasing his flushed, freckled cheeks. “I figured you’d like that, but not this much. No complaints, though. Holy fuck.” He pressed a kiss to Diluc’s forehead, brushing back his sweaty bangs mindlessly, and continued to pepper affection over his face, tongue darting out to lap at the salty trails of his tears. Diluc, despite his earlier words, did indulge him, closing his eyes and letting Ajax mouth at him as he pleased, whilst he came down from dazed, cloudy, post-orgasmic heaven.
“Mm. Felt good.” He affirmed, more complex words evading him as his head spun, and he grabbed onto Ajax’s shoulders, neediness overtaking him as he felt himself begin to slip into a doze. The other easily encircled his arms around Diluc, hiking him up to lean him against the headboard as he went to get a warm, damp cloth, still smiling all the while.
As Diluc gave in to his sleepiness, he noted the fullness he felt in his chest, skin warm and flushed, mind deliriously happy, and relished it, unable to verbalise just his much he fucking adored Ajax.
He really was a dream come true.
And next time, Diluc would grant his wish; what better way could he say thank you?