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Ajax closed his eyes and drifted, unsurprised to find sleep came easy in Dmytro’s arms.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Ajax
Ajax wokeafter dawn with the feeling something was very wrong. Behind him, Dmytro’s whole body shook. He turned over with a start, cold dread hitting him, along with the memory that Dmytro suffered seizures.
Dmytro’s eyes were open and fixed on him, blue eclipsed by the darkness of his pupils. He whispered, “You’re awake?”
Not a seizure, then.Ajax chafed Dmytro’s free arm. “You’re shivering. Are you cold?”
“No.” Dmytro lowered is lashes and gave a minute shake of his head.
Ajax’s breath rushed out with surprise. There were other reasons Dmytro might be trembling. Other things that made a man’s pupils bloom and caused sweat to dot his forehead.
Recklessly, he reached for Dmytro’s hip and pulled their bodies together, offering his warmth, showing his desire—sharing heat and quick, sharp breaths.
Dmytro swallowed hard. “You—”
“Do you want me, Dmytro?” Ajax asked.
Dmytro’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Indecision hovered on his face as need lit him up from within.
“Come here.” Ajax drew him close enough to feel the scorching heat of his body.
Dmytro’s trembling turned to quakes. He was fightinghimself, Ajax realized. Dmytro was wholly at war with what he wanted, and he fought it so hard he shook with the effort.
“I won’t push,” Ajax whispered. “But you can take what you need.”
“You don’t push. Right.” Dmytro leaned forward and gently bit his upper lip, drawing it out, letting it go with asnap. “You make googly eyes and pry and hammer away at my self-control, and—”
“Is it working?” he asked.
“Yes, goddammit.” He took Ajax’s hip in a bruising grip and pulled Ajax on top of him. “What do you think?”
Oh yeah. The thick cock beneath his left no doubt.
This wasn’t what Ajax expected but it felt too—ungh—good to stop. He gave an experimental pump of his hips and groaned when fire burst in his groin. Under these circumstances, after all their flirting, he wasn’t going to last, even if they just rubbed off on one another.
Is that what Dmytro wanted? He gave another roll of his hips, this time pushing harder, dragging his cock across Dmytro’s until a thousand dots of pleasure burst in his spine and over his buttocks where Dmytro still had him in a death grip.Is this what I want?
Christ, yes… I want this. I want you, you stubborn, shifty bastard.
Something of his answer must have shown on his face because Dmytro gave a quick look over his shoulder at the open door, then rolled them over again, hiding their bodies deep in the part of the bed where sunlight coming in from the windowdidn’t reach. His hand came down on Ajax’s mouth while he looked deeply into his eyes.
“You truly want this?”
Wide-eyed, Ajax nodded. He wanted whatever Dmytro wanted to give him. But this? Crushed beneath Dmytro’s hard, muscled body with Dmytro’s hand over his mouth?
The hint of dominance was fucking awesome.
Dmytro gave a full body shiver.“Mmph.”
“Be quiet,” Dmytro whispered.
Ajax’s body shook with pure lust and his hips shot up. Dmytro grabbed his knee with his loose hand, pulled his legs apart to settle between them, anddeliciousheat flooded his veins.
Dmytro ground down, and Ajax arched and arched and arched. He bucked up, sliding their dicks together as if he was trying to start a fire between them. There was clothing in the way, and parts of the bedding, but it didn’t matter. All he cared about was the feel of Dmytro’s dick, grinding along his in a parody of fucking, with the added fillip of big daddy energy from Dmytro shutting him up.
