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"He's gorgeous, isn't he?"
Ajax peered at Zhongli curiously. The god did not return the questioning gaze directed at him, but kept his focus on the boy in front of him. He did not elaborate further, which prompted Ajax to look at the boy instead.
You were drawing various pictures on the floor, mostly recreating animals from the book beside you. Ajax had taken you to Zhongli's house so he could watch over you while the Harbinger finished business with others elsewhere. He had returned not too long ago, but was looking over some papers before the two of you left.
"He is," Ajax replied before resuming his work.
"Did you know he's been having a bit of a limp lately?" That made him pause again.
"No, I didn't." He slightly tilted his head. "Do you know what happened?"
"Unfortunately not, but I have a feeling you do."
Ajax was still not following his words. They lingered in his head even as you began to approach him and Zhongli on the sofa. You walked over with a few papers in your hand and a grin on your face.
"Hey, buddy." The ginger greeted, reciprocating your smile. "What did you draw?"
"A whole lotta stuff," you replied, standing in-between him and the god. You faced your back to Zhongli, so he peered over your shoulder. He noticed that you began fidgeting a lot as you listed down everything you drew mostly to your brother.
You stopped talking when you felt hands wrapping around your waist to pull you up towards a lap, instinctively turning your head to see Zhongli. You let out a quiet giggle and resumed your showcase, pointing at various parts to clarify what it was.
"This one's a fox. It's chasing a rabbit down a hill," you said before moving onto the next page. "And this one's... um... a cat..."
Ajax's focus was solely on your works, but he was forced out of it when your words began to slow and stutter. He shifted his gaze onto your face, surprised to see it burning a bright crimson color. Instantly, his eyes roamed your body to find whatever was making you blush so intensely, only to find Zhongli's hands up your shirt.
He mentally cursed himself for not catching it sooner. He was a Harbinger - how was he unable to see Zhongli touching you in such a way? The bastard even had the audacity to make eye contact with him, a smug glint within his amber eyes. But he remembered what he was talking about earlier, and the realization dawned on him.
Grinding his teeth in irritation, a heat surged through his chest, and he nearly tore you away from the god's grasp.
"Okay, [Name], it's time to go," he said, rising from the sofa. He quickly gathered his papers and looked at you expectantly.
"Going so soon? You just got here. Why not take a rest?" Zhongli spoke, one of his hands traveling downwards toward your crotch. Ajax leaned down and caught it before it could move any further, using his other arm to pick you up from his lap.
"We're leaving." The Harbinger didn't leave a moment to spare before he was out the door, making a beeline to his temporary home.
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"Are you okay?" you meekly asked, holding your hands behind your back. You stood in front of your brother who had a hand propping his head up. He seemed to be lost in thought about something.
"Oh, yeah, I'm good," he replied almost instantly, but the tone of his voice spoke otherwise. He knew it was foolish to feel so jealous over something so miniscule, but how could he not? Only he was allowed to touch you in such a way.
He thought back to your expression - obviously trying hard to ignore Zhongli but failing to do so. It wasn't your fault, of course it wasn't.
He lifted an arm to beckon you closer to him. You complied, settling yourself on his lap as you leaned backwards into his embrace.
"Did I do something wrong?" you asked, holding onto the arms that encircled your waist.
"No." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "It's just a bit of grown-up stuff."
"Like what?"
"Does it feel good when I touch you here?" He raised a hand up to your clothed chest and pressed a finger on your nipple, disregarding your question. He gently pinched it when he heard you hum in response. "But it feels better when I do it, right?"
He sighed at the sound of your breathy noises. He was trying to reassure himself. Of what, he still didn't know.
"Who do you like more? Uncle Zhongli, or me?"
You curiously peered back at him. "Y-You."
He felt a small smile lift his face. He adjusted you so that you lay on your back with him towering over you. He felt his cock throb in his pants as you looked up at him with your bright eyes not yet tainted with the cruelty of the world.
He leaned down to your neck and placed feather-light kisses on your smooth skin. Oh, how he wished to bite and suck on it; to leave his mark and let others know that you were not available for the taking. For Zhongli to know. But Ajax knew it wouldn't be possible, and that frustrated him to no end.
The fact that you preferred him over the god was a comforting one. He removed your shirt from your body and trailed his lips down your body until they met one of your nipples. You squeaked in surprise when he lightly clamped his teeth over it, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud.
He gave a final lick to that one before he switched to your other nipple, licking and biting and sucking until it was red and shiny with his saliva. He leaned back to watch your expression, face now flushed and dazed. He loved seeing you like this, just for him.
"You're so pretty like this," he said, a light chuckle leaving him as you looked away in embarrassment.
"I'm not pretty..." you huffed indignantly.
"Right, of course." He began working on removing your pants. "You're very handsome."
His cock ached almost painfully as he finally touched your smaller one, jerking you off with practiced ease. You moaned and squirmed, bucking your hips up into his hand. He removed his hand from you to stick two fingers in his mouth, observing your body. He kissed your jaw - holding back the urge to give you a hickey yet again - as he pushed a finger inside your hole.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him close to you. That's right. You only needed him. He tried to fight against half-assing your preparation, he really (not really) did, but the way you were so needy crumbled the walls of his resolve. He quickly undid his pants, lightly hissing when the cooler air of the room met his throbbing cock.
He nearly chuckled when he saw you staring at him with a curious gaze, as if this was the first time you'd done this. Though as he finally began to push himself inside you after spitting on his dick, he knew that it always would feel like it.
He was aware that he should have stopped at the first hint of a wince, but he was already impatient as is. Besides, the whines and high-pitched grunts you emitted was enough to spur him on even further. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to slow down.
Oh, how close he was to using you as an outlet for his frustration. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to hurt, and as you called out his name, he could only hope he didn't leave any bruises. When he looked back up, he did not see a face full of fear. You were calm and relaxed (albeit a bit strained), and even offered a meek smile.
He felt his heart flutter, so very glad you did not despise him for acting so strangely with very little explanation. But his possessiveness was not something he could easily rid of himself, and he planned to lay his mark on you one way or another.
He began to shallowly thrust, admiring how your hole wrapped around his cock. He enjoyed the way you were so easy to fluster, as a sheen of sweat already covered your body. He wanted to be closer to you, to hold you and shield you away from everyone else.
He says everyone, but he really means Zhongli. He enjoys spending time with the god, sure, but Ajax would not tolerate the way he touched you so shamelessly. No matter. He'll just have to nullify Zhongli's caresses with his own.
Increasing the fervor of his thrusts, he raised a hand back onto your chest and began to lightly pinch and pull on your nipples. He leaned his head down and peppered kisses onto your skin, providing you gentle gestures despite holding back the nearly uncontrollable urge to just start pounding into you.
It was a tight feeling in his chest that slowly unraveled under the sweet melody of your moans. Slaps reverberated throughout the room from the contact between his pelvis and your ass, neither of you taking any measures to quiet your noises.
That's good, he thought through his hazy mind. Only he should be the one making you feel this way. He had the faintest idea to fuck you in front of Zhongli, but he quickly dismissed it – he doesn't deserve it or you.
Ajax groaned in your ear as you felt his cock throb inside you, your own leaking copious amounts of precum onto your skin. You arched your back when a hand wrapped around it, sparks of electricity shooting up your spine that left your skin tingling. He jerked you off in time with his thrusts, beginning to speed up as he neared his orgasm.
You subconsciously wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him closer to you, digging your nails into his shoulders. The fire in your abdomen burned brighter and brighter until it finally burst, cum spurting from your cock and over his fingers.
You tightened around him so suddenly it completely caught him off guard. He tensed and pushed his dick as far as he could, hips jutting forward with every spurt of cum he poured inside you. As he moaned in your ear, you were hit by an inexplicably warm feeling. You smiled to yourself. You made him feel better.
It wasn't until you could slightly feel his semen sloshing inside you when you moved did he pull away. He placed his weight on his knees and inspected your body.
Ajax smiled at the sight of you; half-lidded eyes, face red, parts of your shoulders and neck shiny with his saliva from love-bites he could not place. You shivered when he pulled out, his eyes watching his cum leak out of your hole.
He knows that Zhongli is a dragon, so maybe, with his scent now all over you, the god would know to finally back off.
"Are you okay?" He asked, allowing you to rest for a bit before he got up to draw you a bath.
You nodded. "Yeah. Just a bit tired."
He frowned a bit. "I'm sorry. For earlier."
"It's okay." You smiled at him while sitting up. "You feel better now, don't you?"
It was his turn to nod. "That's good."
He grinned, chest feeling lighter than before. "Let's go get you cleaned up."