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The door close, jolting you awake.
"Ah…my apologies, I didn't mean to wake you."
Your eyelashes groggily flutter as you watch Ajax lay his bow next to the doorframe.
"It's okay…why are you home so late?"
You sit up, laying your back against the soft pillows and pulling the duvet to yourself.
"I just uh…" He makes his way to you, flashing his best smile. "…Ran into a couple of hiccups along the way."
Your eyes rake over his body. Blood. There's spatters of it on his face, hands, clothes…he's covered in the stuff.
"Whose blood is that?"
"Don't worry about it."
Every time he dares to utter: "Don't worry about it", your stomach turns.
You watch as his boots come off, his scarf and jacket soon following them on the ground as he goes to take a seat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
"Did you get into a fight again?"
"Of course not."
He lets his back hit the pillowy surface with a loud sigh, arching against it as he stretches his freckled arms.
He turns to you and props up his elbow to rest his cheek on his palm.
"…Perhaps."
Your brows furrow.
"Come on, don't frown at me…" He murmurs as he extends his free arm towards you to lightly pull at the duvet covering your legs. You catch it, tugging it to yourself before laying back down and letting it envelop you.
"Alright…"
You hear the sound of the covers rustling and a chilling breeze hitting your feet, disrupting the warm cocoon you had built for yourself.
You yank up the quilt at the feeling of fingers creeping up your legs, a soft gust of breath fanning against your skin.
"What are you doing-?"
Ajax's hands come up at each side of your hips, slowly sliding down your panties before quickly discarding them next to him.
"Apologizing."
He says as he gently spreads your legs.
"This is your way of apologizing?"
"Mh," He tenderly kisses the inside of your thigh, his lips delicately brushing over your skin. ", I thought you would know this by now…"
He rests his cheek on your thigh, his thumb making light circles on you.
"But you're not actually saying sorry."
His empty blue eyes stare back at you.
"…I'm sorry." He says as he keeps tracing circles on you. "I needed to blow off steam and lost track of time." He gives a long, slow lick up the inner side of your thigh, his spit marking your skin as he spreads your folds with his slanted fingers. "It was just a friendly brawl, really…"
"You could've been here blowing off steam instead of—" You get interrupted by a shiver when Ajax parts his lips and flattens his tongue to lap at your cunt. "—out there acting like a fool-" He cuts you off with another brush of his tongue, his arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you in.
"Okay…" You exhale as you softly run your palm on his tawny locks, ultimately deciding to let it go for now.
His hand reaches up to your free one to gently intertwine your fingers together. He lightly squeezes.
It's almost ridiculous how each and every one of his minuscule movements makes goosebumps bloom onto your skin like a field of flowers in may.
His lips move to your clit as his unoccupied fingers sink into you, curling up inside and gaining a small gripe from you as you pull his hair.
The mild pain only seems to spur him on, the rolling of his tongue becoming more bold, calculated, while his fingers slightly quicken, casually fucking your hole as he moans against your flesh.
He takes his time, Ajax oh so enjoys keeping you on your toes until you, or more often he, can't take the taunting anymore.
With your legs thrown over his shoulders, his lips wrapped around your already swollen clit, it's a blessing to be inside of your home where you can comfortably let out any of the lewd sounds that escape your throat without having to bite them back, swallowing them whole instead of letting yourself go to the boiling sensations arising inside of you.
Your thighs practically crush his skull, although he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, knowing him, it's probably making the blood rush to his cock faster.
Your cheeks color themselves crimson just at the thought of it…his erection straining against his gray trousers, twitching inside of the tight fabric as drops of precum stain it of a darker gray…
He hungrily mouths at your cunt, his tongue swirling around your flushed skin as his fingers move faster, steadily entering and exiting you.
When he briefly comes up for air, he stares at your parted lips in awe, a tired, aroused expression drawn onto his sharp features.
The flush perfectly hitting his speckled cheeks, the light sheen of sweat that grazes his skin and makes him glow as he basks in the moonlight…he almost looks like a painting.
You stop him right as he's about to lean down and savor you again, gently pulling his hand to lead him to you.
Ajax follows you quickly, sucking off the juices that coat his fingers before rushing to unbuckle his belt.
His cerulean eyes penetrate your soul as he undresses.
You don't need to speak, your looks are already enough to tell him all he needs to know, an unspoken language that no one else in the world seems to share, but you.
You rapidly find yourself caged under his freckled body, his fingers gripping the exquisite — and very fragile — silk of your nightie before vigorously ripping it open just where it covers your bare breasts.
"I just bought this-!" You protest.
"I'll get you a new one."
Ajax counters, his breath slightly ragged as he positions himself at your entrance.
He teases your hole for a couple of agonizing seconds before allowing himself to sink deep into you, a charming smile playing on his bruised lips.
He lets out a pent up, breathless moan as he stays perfectly still, almost painfully so, while his cock stretches you out.
After a moment he sets his pace, following a slow rhythm, he seems afraid that the pleasure of release might hit him too soon.
His hands slide up your ribcage, his fingers tentatively exploring your skin as if searching for a treasure hidden deep inside of your thorax. He palms your tits and lets his thumbs hover over your flushed, sensitive nipples, earning a soft gasp from your delicate throat.
His hips push forward, letting him bury himself further into you as his eyes close, a shudder reverberating through his body as his hands softly clutch your chest.
You can hear a sound coming from deep inside his throat, it's deep, tired, almost guttural.
It makes your insides clench around him when you feel his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
Your arms wrap around his, your right hand going to graze the soft hair at the back of his head, so silky that a delicious shiver runs down your spine.
He keeps slowly thrusting into you, trying his best to maintain the pace he has set even if your proximity is making him forget all about it.
"Pull it again."
He whispers into your ear.
"Huh-?"
"My hair, pull…" His hips stutter for a moment as his length unwaveringly slides in and out of you. "…Pull it again…"
You do as he asks, tugging at his locks once again and making another deep moan arise from him.
You swear you can feel him twitching inside of you in excitement, his breath growing more and more shallow with each sharp thrust.
"Harder." He asks.
And harder you pull.
His needy, wanton groans turn into a breathless laugh as his movements become more rapid, his pale, leaking cock bullying its way into your sopping wet core.
Your nails dig into his broad shoulders. He's getting faster and faster, the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the room as a warm feeling starts to arise inside of your abdomen.
He's about to lose the rhythm he has tried so hard to keep, but when you sound like that…feel like that…his control just slips away from his grasp…
He reaches down to help you along the way, making small circles on your sensitive clit as tufts of his ginger hair stay sticking out of the small gaps in between your fingers.
Your grip lightly tightens, making Ajax's voice tremble as his hips buckle harder.
"How's that..?" He asks.
"Good-" You breathe out, pulling him in by the neck to make sure he hears every single one of your moans. "Ah- great..." You lament into his ear.
He keeps pounding into your core harder and harder until his fat cock starts pumping vigorous spurts of cum into your pussy, your nails digging deeper into his back as your own orgasm pulsates through you.
You give his hair one last tug as he rides out the high, his eyes half lidded as his dick twitches inside of you and his fingers keep lusciously stimulating your already heated clit.
He pulls out with a soft sound, weakly collapsing on top of you as you gently wrap your arms around him.
Ajax lays into your embrace, his face resting against your breasts.
Silence fills the room as you both melt into one another, your fingers gently grazing his hair.
"…You didn't use your delusion, did you?"
He looks up at you, your warm skin feeling empty as soon as his cheek lifts off it.
"I didn't." You stop caressing his head for a moment. "I promise..."
"Good." You whisper as relief washes over you. "You don't need it."
He stares at you, his empty blue eyes half lidded as your fingertips brush against his scalp.
"It makes me stronger."
"You're already strong."
He chuckles and lifts his upper body, reaching for your lips with his own.
"There's always room for improvement."
"I appreciate that you want to better yourself, but it shouldn't come at the expense of your well being…"
He smiles, laying a tender kiss on your cheek.
"I'll be okay."
He quietly observes you as you start to get lost in his gaze…
Those eyes, those deep blue eyes that look so empty yet so full, as if they had the entire ocean enclosed in them…if you were to swim into those pools you could dive deep under and easily get lost into the abyss. So magnetic, so confusing, so...hollowly mesmerizing. Would they ever shine for anyone? For you?
His expression does soften when it focuses on you…his eyebrows relax, his jaw eases whenever he catches a glimpse of your face, but could it make that sparkle appear into his irises? But then again, it does seem like he has love in his eyes…even without that gleam.
"What's on your mind?"
Ajax snaps you out of your thoughts, your lips pursing into a thin line when you feel his entire body leaving yours as he slumps next to you.
"The Fatui…they're treating you like a puppet."
He stays silent for a brief moment, a tired smile appearing on his face as he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips.
"I like my position."
"Alright, but-"
Ajax raises his hand in a placating motion.
"No matter what assignment they give me, I'll always come back to you."
Somehow you doubt that…you know him too well to completely eliminate the thought that he would be willing to die on the job.
"…You need to swear on that."
With his finger, he draws a cross on his heart.
"I swear it to you." He laughs.