[ A hand moves to press in between them, fingers tracing over where their two bodies are joined. He never looks away from Ajax — not when he becomes shy and flustered and not when he is expressing his pleasure — intense as the sun surveying the world below. ]
I want you, Ajax.
[ And he pulls back, just to sink in deeper with the same fluid motion. ]
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I want you, Ajax.
[ And he pulls back, just to sink in deeper with the same fluid motion. ]
Did you still doubt that?