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It started with the new car. There was no better start for it, really.
On Ajax's seventeenth birthday, he was sent a car by his parents. It was a used, blue 2002 Mustang. In other words: love at first sight. It was easily his new favorite thing in the world. He would hardly ever let anyone touch it, let alone inside it.
It came as a shock when Ajax offered to take Xavier for a drive - so much so that the latter had to ask for Ajax to repeat it several times.
"Where are we going?" Xavier asks once Ajax begins driving. The windows are rolled down slightly as Ajax drives, wind blowing Xavier's hair awry. Ajax doesn't respond with anything other than a shrug.
Pale moonlight and the headlights are the only thing illuminating the road in front of them. Xavier doesn't recognize this place. He assumes they're going in the opposite direction of Jericho, much to Xavier's surprise. He doesn't bother with saying anything. Ajax knows where he's going. At least, Xavier hopes he knows.
They don't drive for very long. It's ten minutes at most. Ajax takes them to what Xavier assumes to be some sort of old campsite that has since been abandoned. He turns to look at Ajax.
Ajax stares at him. "I want to fuck you." Xavier blinks. He can appreciate the bluntness, but that doesn't stop the blush from appearing on his cheeks. "I want to fuck you on top of the car." That part is probably the most surprising. Xavier snorts.
"Sorry, but if anyone's getting fucked, it'll be you." Xavier was not a bottom. That part was very much true to him. Although he'd never actually had full on sex before, he knew in his heart that he was dominant. Ajax quirks an eyebrow. A smile plays on his lips.
"We'll see about that."
Ajax gets out of the car, gently closing the car door behind him. Xavier does the same. The two meet in front of the car. Xavier decides to simply go for it, and leans in to kiss Ajax deeply.
This wasn't a new experience for either of them. They'd been toying with the ideas of becoming fuck buddies for a while, but Ajax had never been comfortable enough for that. Until today, apparently. Xavier is slightly thankful for it.
Out of habit, Xavier sticks his tongue into Ajax's mouth and tries to run it over the latter's teeth, but Ajax starts to fight against him. Xavier is surprised in his own right and lets Ajax win control, sinking into the kiss completely. He shoves Ajax's jacket off and only releases from the kiss to remove Ajax's shirt as well. He does the same to himself as Ajax discards his pants. They strip until they stand in front of each other in only briefs.
Ajax grabs Xavier and kisses him once again. This time, however, he slowly moves down Xavier's skin, peppering his jaw and neck in deep kisses. The blood is almost visible once Ajax is done with one mark and moves on to make another one. Xavier begins to palm himself through his boxers. It continues like that until Ajax runs his tongue over the sensitive skin on his nipples. Xavier's chest was relatively flat, but his breasts were still noticeable when he was naked. Ajax doesn't seem to mind. Xavier moans and bucks into his own hand.
He pulls away. "Voy a hacer que te corras tan fuerte que gritarás mi nombre," he says in a husky whisper that sends a shiver down Xavier's spine. He doesn't have the brain power to translate the Spanish and just accepts it for what it is.
"Take your briefs off," Ajax orders. Xavier rolls his eyes. He knows he's in charge here, but he decides to indulge Ajax for the time being.
"Make me."
Something shines in Ajax's eyes at that. He moves quickly towards Xavier. Xavier backs up, feeling the cold front of the car against his back. Ajax pins him up against it, hot breath on his neck as he leans in to Xavier's ear.
His voice is louder. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Embarrassingly, Xavier grabs the elastic band of his briefs and drops them. They pool around his ankles as the cool air hits his pussy. Ajax doesn't waste any time before grinding against his pussy. Xavier gasps at the suddenness of the contact. By the time he recovers, Ajax is fondling his breasts again, fingers running over his nipples.
"I'm in charge here and I-" Xavier cuts himself off with a pathetic whimper as Ajax twists one of his nipples. His legs quiver as Ajax continues to grind against him. Ajax's bulge is prominent against his boxers, and Xavier is already insanely wet.
Ajax suddenly. Xavier whines at the loss of contact. "Rethink the power dynamic here," he says casually. Xavier doesn't know how to respond before Ajax is pushing him onto the hood of the car. His back presses against the metal harshly.
Hands are suddenly on his thighs, forcing them apart roughly. Ajax bends down to where his face rests in between each leg. The tip of his tongue teases Xavier's clit, ghosting over it, licking up and down. Xavier tries to close his legs. Ajax's hands keep them in place.
Ajax's tongue lodges itself deep inside Xavier's pussy without a warning. Xavier shouts a moan and arches his back. Over his many moment of near penetrative sex, never had he ever been eaten out before. Ajax seems skilled as he laps up Xavier's pussy with no sense of desperation.
He nips at Xavier's clit, pressing his tongue against it. Xavier feels like he could come right then and there. He nearly goes to tear of Ajax's beanie before deciding on keeping his arms above his head. His hips buck against Ajax's mouth.
The contact is gone again. Xavier almost huffs. He looks at Ajax with a confused expression. He merely grins. "You're such a good boy for me, aren't you? Taking my tongue so well." Xavier leans into the hand on his face. "And you thought you were fit to top..."
"Just fuck me already."
Ajax gives him a warning look. "No, I don't think I will." Xavier's eyes widen. He sits up.
"What? No- come on, dude. That's what we're here for!"
"Beg for it then, if you want it so bad." The air of finality turns Xavier into somewhat of a mess. Ajax looks as bored as ever.
Xavier snorts. "I'm not begging."
"Then get yourself off."
The silence that follows has Xavier begrudgingly coming to the conclusion that he will have to embarrass himself. He'd never had made Ajax do this if he was topping, never in a million years. Humiliation builds a home on his chest. He closes his eyes with a sigh.
"Please fuck me," he says through gritted teeth. Ajax doesn't even look at him. "Please, please fuck me Ajax."
"You'll have to do better than that."
Xavier huffs. He feels so horny that it hurts. "Please, please, please fuck me. I need you so bad. I can't do it by myself. Please fuck me. Please, I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck my brains out. Please, please, I need you." He adds a desperate tone to his words that isn't entirely false. Ajax looks his way. He looks half impressed. However, he doesn't make any movement.
He almost gives up. "I'll do it myself, hm?"
Xavier drags a hand down his stomach sensually. He lightly touches his pussy before pushing one finger in. He moans exaggeratedly and rocks back and forth on the finger. Ajax watches him intently. Xavier inserts another finger and starts to scissor himself. He grinds down on his finger, breath stuttering as he does so. He throws his head back and moans louder. Ajax seems entranced as he watches the show.
A third finger is added and an idea lights up behind Ajax's eyes. He says nothing. Xavier hides his disappointment with another exaggerated moan. He hadn't come here to masturbate - he'd come here for sex with Ajax.
He rides on three fingers for a few moments longer before Ajax says something. "Add a fourth." That surprises Xavier, but he complies. Nearly his entire hand is inside his pussy. He wiggles his fingers around, and nearly that alone sends him over the edge. Ajax watches intently as Xavier finally begins to fist himself. Xavier is almost too out of it to see Ajax touching his cock. He hadn't even noticed when he'd taken off his boxers.
"Ajax," Xavier says in a high pitched voice. That seems to be the final straw because Ajax is quick to push Xavier down. Xavier removes his hand with a smirk, although he realizes that he probably won't last much longer.
"You put on such a good show sweetie. Now I need you to beg for me, okay? Don't stop." Ajax finally puts a condom over his cock.
Humiliation doesn't register anymore. "Please, Ajax, please. Please fuck me. Fuck me so good, I know you can. Dominate me, ruin me, fuck me. Fuck me fuck m-" Xavier gasps as he feels the tip press slightly inside his pussy. He nearly comes again, except for the fact that Ajax's movements stop with Xavier's begging. He clears his throat and starts up again. "I need you. Please, please push inside me. I need you inside me now!" He stops again when Ajax presses more of his cock inside.
There had been a lesson he'd on gorgon biology. More specifically, on their sex organs. Xavier wishes he had been paying more attention before. Ajax's cock is veiny and girthy, not to mention long. Xavier doubts it will fit entirely. He also anticipates the hurt completely.
"Ajax, Ajax please! Please, I need you now! Ajax!" his pleas become more breathy as Ajax continues slowly. "Please, please, please..." as soon as he thinks Ajax has bottomed out, a little more begins to slip in. Xavier doesn't think he can take it all. "Ajax, please, please move, please, please I need to be fucked, please!"
When he bottoms out, the outline of his cock is prominent in Xavier's stomach. Ajax moans just looking at it.
"Look at you, baby. Taking me all so well. I can feel your walls around me, I can feel you trembling. You're doing so good."
"Please," Xavier says one final time before Ajax begins moving.
It's barely any movement at first, but Xavier can feel it. He presses against his walls with every movement. Xavier doesn't know if he's ever been filled up so completely. Slowly but surely, Ajax begins pulling out, pushing in slightly whenever he does so. It's a long process that has Xavier crying and moaning at the same time.
His tears are worth it, though, because the excruciating pain quickly turns into pleasure as Ajax pushes harshly back inside. Xavier screams a moan. Ajax sets a brutal pace and Xavier is surprised he hadn't split in two yet.
"Mierda," Ajax whispers under his breath. Xavier clenches his pussy around Ajax's dick to make it a tighter fit. Ajax moans along with Xavier. It's not long until his own thrusts become sloppy and desperate.
When he comes, Xavier is near to follow, but Ajax slips out. Xavier shivers as he's left in the cold. His pussy aches, begging for release, but he's left with only watching Ajax's climax. He whines again.
Ajax discards the condom. Xavier should have been expecting what he says next. "Beg me to let you cum."
Xavier swallows thickly. "Fuck you, I'll do it myself." Ajax pins both of Xavier's hands onto the windshield of the car. His back is awkwardly stretched over the hood where he's almost in pain, but not quite. He squeezes his thighs together. It doesn't create enough friction.
"I'm not-"
"You've been such a good boy. Can you not follow one specific order? You don't want to know what happens to bad boys."
Xavier pauses for a moment to think. His face flushes. "Let me cum, please, Ajax, it hurts, I need to cum so bad, please, please let me cum. I need to cum. Please, please, I need to fucking cum, I can't hardly stand it." Ajax seems to take that. He releases Xavier's hands and moves back down in between his thighs.
He starts nipping and sucking at his clit, playing with his pussy and asshole with his fingers as he does so. Xavier gasps.
When he finally comes, it's the best orgasm he's ever had in his life.