[ he's catching his breath, glancing at Ajax. His face is flushed and he's a mess, and the way he looks at him is pretty much screaming I WANT MORE, FUCK ME AGAIN.

That's not good enough, though. Ajax hasn't cum yet, and he's already come twice. So he hooks his legs around his waist and starts fucking himself on his cock all over again ]

I can't — I can't get attached ... I should discard any feelings I have left. Whatever I want and feel doesn't - doesn't matter, in the end ...

So I shouldn't — I shouldn't care about anything but using you.