In your opinion, Ajax has always been fun to mess with. He's confident and clearly considers himself to be pretty bold, but that seems to change whenever you make innuendos you undoubtedly intend to act on later. It's cute to witness his face dust over with a light red and to see him tripping over his own words.

And Ajax couldn't help but love it too. His heart skipped a beat with every teasing remark or simple compliment directed at him, leaving a funny feeling in his lower stomach. Every time he kissed you, he would pull back with an eager look, ready to soak up any sign of approval. He was more or less similar to a dog seeking praise from it's owner.

Ajax's arms wrap around your waist tightly, shifting his weight until his body was hovering over you. He reluctantly pulls away from nuzzling the crook of your neck to meet your eyes, searching your expression for permission to go further. Once granted, he places a delicate kiss to the corner of your upturned lips, feeling the bed creak slightly underneath him at the sudden movement.

"Whatever you want me to do, just.. tell me..." Ajax's voice is quiet and breathy, a puff of his breath even fanning across your skin. His touch remains gentle but there's still an underlying need beneath it, as if trying to convey the depths of his desire or to coax some more of your approval. "I'm all yours to command, I just want to make you feel good.."